The Slave and His Prince

"Your name really does suit you. You are quite brave for someone in your predicament." Akins didn't say a word in return. His body stayed ridged as he eyed the animal that was circling him. It was hard to see with how his face was pressed into the hard palace floor, but he could manage to see the gleam of his golden jewelry that screamed the young man was royalty. All the prisoner of war could wonder is what did he get himself into.