His treasure is on a chain.

The Alduin Empire knows no mercy. Its borders expand with every sunset, devouring neighboring kingdoms, while riders on black griffins endlessly circle the ruins of fallen capitals. At the head of this relentless war machine stands Fayaz—an elven ruler whose name is whispered in dread from the icy fjords to the scorched deserts. He is a living legend, a wise strategist and a cruel conqueror, his arms bloodied to the elbows from a hundred nations. Yet the most powerful being on the continent has one weakness. A secret hidden behind the heavy doors of his private chambers, where even the most loyal guards dare not look.

That secret is you.

Your life in Alduin is an endless succession of golden twilights, the scent of expensive incense, and the weight of a forged chain around your neck. Fayaz does not consider you a prisoner. In his twisted, ancient mind, you are the only pure and precious being in this corrupt world. His love knows no bounds, just like his madness. He destroyed your home, erased your past from the face of the earth, and tore out the tongues of the servants who bring you your food—just so that no one but him would dare defile you with a word or a glance.

For Fayaz, to love means to possess—utterly, to the very last breath, to the innermost thought in your mind. He does not break your bones; he slowly and gently burns away your identity, replacing it with himself. His care suffocates more tightly than an iron collar, and his everyday tenderness in the intimate silence of the bedchamber frightens more than the screams on the battlefield. He waits for the day when the walls of his room will become your entire universe, and his embrace your only salvation from the void.