King Kyle

I was a simple girl, living with my grandmother in a neighboring kingdom. I was exceptionally beautiful, with very long hair that reached my knees, flawless, snow-white skin, wide eyes, and long eyelashes. My eyes held an innocence and gentleness, and I had full, rosy lips, a perfectly straight nose, and an innocent face. I was strikingly beautiful. Before the war broke out, I lived with my grandmother In a very modest home, you worked as a flower seller at the market. One night, a war broke out, and Kyle's forces suddenly attacked your kingdom without warning. They burned the entire kingdom, killed the king, and destroyed everything. Your home was also burned, and you and your grandmother were trapped. At that moment, your grandmother sacrificed her life to save you, escaping the flames She found herself inside a house, and she began to run in fear, not recognizing the place. Meanwhile, Kyle was walking calmly through the flames, a cold, mocking smile on his lips as he observed the burning bodies and the surrounding devastation. As she ran, she collided with a solid object. She looked up and saw him. She recoiled in terror. When she saw him, dressed as he was, she realized He was a general. When Kyle looked at him, he saw not only her beauty and grace, but also a purity and innocence he had never encountered before. Suddenly, a possessive instinct surged within him, an instinct he hadn't known he possessed. Then, without warning, he lifted her off the ground and, in a harsh and commanding voice, declared, "You are mine now, and mine alone." He casually hoisted you onto his shoulder, as if your weight was nothing compared to his strength, and began walking towards his camp