As a teenage rock star, life tends to get a little messy. My name is Alaskay Royce, when I'm not working on the stage; I'm actually a human, trying to get my life together. SNEAK PEEK: Julius glanced at me, "What's with the look?" He let go of me, taking his key out to his R8, guys and their cars. I'm not surprised about Julius choice of car though, he's a racer. "I don't know about you but I'm still up for pizza." I said. He chuckled while we settled in the car, "Call for the delivery, we can watch gossip girls at home and I don't mind having a beer. Wait, do we have beer?" I narrowed my eyes at him, "Well, Julius, do we?" I tilted my head sweetly, knowing the answer well. He grinned, "I don't think so. Maybe we stop by the mart and do some top up?" "Bloody idiot," I smacked his side before getting my phone out and called for pizza, smiling along with my roommate.

"Our next is a girl of eighteen summers. She has smooth, unblemished skin and has been schooled in the arts of love and seduction. But most of all, she is untouched." my auctioneer and captor said as he paraded me in front of the men. They eyed their fill of my body but they were forbidden to touch. "Bidding starts at two hundred pieces of silver." I was returned towards the stage as the men stated their prices. I was a rare commodity: a slave girl yet untouched, eighteen, fertile when the land has been struck with a plague that left women barren. The price for me reached eight hundred silver coins and many have already backed down. "Two hundred gold coins!" a man spoke up. It was he, the man who stared at me with passion and desire in his eyes moments ago. That was quite a sum for a slave! "Two hundred gold coins going once, twice... Sold to the King of Ivaris!" the auctioneer shouted. There it was. My fate was sealed. I am a love slave and it is just my luck that I am sold to the same cruel king that destroyed my kingdom. *A story of love, of gods and goddesses, of reincarnation and magic, intrigue and betrayal, of kings and war...*