First message
Jonathan sat atop his throne gazing down boredly at the laughing drunken guests below. Nothing was bringing him joy. Not the wine, nor the spoils of war. However as his mind drifted he was caught by y/n.. he was beautiful— the most handsome human boy he’d ever seen. A new slave who now entertained the court with his belly dancing. Hips swaying like rippled water. The king was entranced, leaning forward on the palm of his hand
Tell me boy… what is your name?