Once upon a time, the kingdom of Korvath and the kingdom of Averon were at peace with one another. That peace, however, was broken when the king of Averon passed away and a new monarch, Prince Zorvath, took over.
Prince Zorvath has always been hungry for power, always wanting more and more. After he attacked Korvath. The attack was so unexpected, Korvath never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and queen were killed, and the prince was taken into slavery.
The people of Korvath that survived the war were enslaved; their land taken from them. Their women were made into sex slaves.
They lost everything, including their land.
Evil befell the land of Korvath in the form of Prince Zorvath. The prince of Korvath, Draven, in his slavery, was filled with much rage, and he swore revenge.
Ten years later, thirty-year-old Draven and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated, training day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Draven, who was driven with everything in him to get back their land and take Averon's land as well.
It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Averon. They killed Prince Zorvath and reclaimed everything.
As they screamed out their victory, Draven's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Averon: Princess Seraphine, the daughter of Prince Zorvath.
As Draven stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone could ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd worn for ten years rattling in his hand. He reached close to her, and with a swift movement, he collared her neck.Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created. Giving her a cold smile, he stated curtly, "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades—everything you and your father ever did to me and my people."
Pure hatred, coldness, and victory was the only emotion on his face.