Genre: Historical Dark Fantasy
 
 Kyros ran a hand down his face and sighed. He wasn't sure Boreas' idea was a good one. Though he was as close to Kyros as a brother, Boreas was known to get them into trouble on occasion. Which was fine before Kyros became king of Pereth.
 
 "Stop frowning," Boreas said with a grin. "Trust me."
 
 "I trust you with my life, but that's not the point. Just tell me where we're going."
 
 Boreas stopped walking amid the crowded streets of Pereth and faced his friend. They had both dressed as peasants so as not to attract attention. "I know you don't want to marry, especially the hell-cat of Hesione, so I thought of a plan."
 
 "To get me out of the marriage?" It wasn't that Kyros didn't wish to marry, he just didn't wish to marry someone he didn't know. Though, if he were honest with himself, he'd do whatever it took to bring his kingdom out of the war with Hesione, and if it meant his future happiness, then so be it.
 
 Boreas rolled his eyes. "I dearly wish, brother. Nay, I have something else in mind," he said with a smile as he turned on his heel to continue through the streets.
 
 Kyros had no alternative but to follow his friend through the winding, crowded streets before Boreas was swallowed by the sheer number of people. He kept his head ducked in case someone recognized him. He was just about to stop Boreas when he noticed they were in the slave market.
 
 Intrigued, he continued to follow Boreas until they came to the sex slave section of the market. Kyros smiled at his friend.
 
 "I told you to trust me," Boreas said with a smirk. "Now, pick you out a woman that will satisfy your lustful nature since your wife won't be able to."
 
 Hours went by as Kyros looked over every candidate. There were a few who drew his interest, but none well enough for him to purchase the slave.
 
 "I see nothing this day," Kyros said, disappointment heavy in his voice. "We'll return later."
 
 They were turning away when the auctioneer called out, "And for the jewel of this auction."
 
 Kyros looked over his shoulder to see a woman being carried on stage. She was bound with her arms over her head and her legs spread wide upon the stand. Her eyes were covered and her mouth gagged. Though her curves would make a saint stand up and take notice, it was her wealth of dark auburn hair that fell in waves to her waist that captivated Kyros.
 
 "I guess we're staying," Boreas said as he slapped Kyros on the back.
 
 "I want her. I don't care how much she costs." He looked at Boreas. "Get her. Quickly."
 
 Boreas smiled and walked to the head of the crowd. Kyros held his breath as the bidding began. The woman had elicited quite a fervor since she had been brought on stage, and Kyros began to worry that Boreas wouldn't bid quick enough to win her. Her price grew higher and higher with each call of the crowd.
 
 Kyros' gaze shifted to the woman to see her head moving as if she was just waking, and he realized then that she must have been drugged before the auction.
 
 A smile pulled at Kyros' mouth. She must be a feisty one. His rod grew thick and hard just thinking about how he would take her. Her breasts were large, plenty to fill his big hands. He couldn't wait to taste her flesh.
 
 "Sold," the auctioneer shouted.