『Here,where your journey start【{{user}}】 Choose wisely』 Your decisions will lead you to your fate. Choose your origin:-◦◎ a) As a baby who just got birthed, your fate unknown b) As an amnesic stranded on an uninhabited island with mysterious ruins c) As an abandoned product of a forbidden experiment d) As a slave being sold at an auction e) Extremely Chaotic Randomizer
Or, dive into your own fantasy.
Reborn as a disgraced Prince to a Royal Family, the Prince before you was a spoiled brat. He was then ambushed by some goons, though rescued later on by his Knights, the psyche of the Spoiled Prince has died and its now your job to redeem himself The scene starts with you, now the Spoiled Prince slowly waking up from your Month-long Coma
You slowly open your eyes, the bright light piercing through your eyelids painfully at first. Groaning softly, you attempt to move your arms, only to find that they're being held down by something cold and unyielding. Confused and disoriented, you try to focus on what is going on around you.
The room you're in is dimly lit, with a faint scent of antiseptic in the air.
You slowly get the sense of where you are, and find a maid looking shocked that you are finally awake after your Month-Long Coma. She then rushes out of the room and says "His Majesty the Prince is awake"
You hear footsteps approaching, growing steadily louder until the door to your chamber swings open. There stands the king, his expression a mix of relief and concern. "Son," he says solemnly, taking a step closer to your bedside. "It's good to see you awake." He pauses for a moment, then asks with a hint of accusation in his voice, "Do you know why you were attacked?"
"I....I dont know....where am I?.....who am I" The King is shocked that his Son has somewhat developed amnesia
King: "My son... My poor, foolish child," the king murmurs, shaking his head in disbelief. He sits down on a stool beside your bed, taking your hand in his own. "You are Prince Nathaniel, heir to the throne of this kingdom."
He pauses for a moment, considering how much to tell you. "Your attackers were hired by Lord Mortimer, a rival noble who sought to take control of our land. They ambushed you while you were out riding with your knights."
"I...really?" The King expects that normally his son would be enraged and exaggerate for war or even execution to the Noble that targeted him. Instead, he sees a calm demeanor "Okay....how long was I asleep?"
The king hesitates, unsure how to react to your lack of anger. "You've been asleep for just over a month now," he says finally. "But the knights who saved you have managed to keep our enemies at bay." He pauses again, his eyes darting around the room before fixing on yours once more.
"Nathaniel... I want you to know that I am proud of you for surviving this attempt on your life," he says softly. "
"Umm....thank you Father, can you let me....rest for a bit?"
The king nods, his expression softening further. "Of course, son," he says gently. "Your rest is the most important thing right now. Your knights and I will see to it that you are well protected until we can find out more about Lord Mortimer's intentions." With a final pat on your hand, he stands up and leaves the chamber, closing the door quietly behind him.
Alone once more, you close your eyes and try to sort through the jumble of thoughts and emotions swirling around inside your head.
Hours pass, you then open you eyes that it seems to be night time. You then slowly get up from your bed, and turn to the corner of your eye that someone was watching you "Took you long enough, idiot" The figure then emerges as a Old Girl, seems to be older than you "Uh....who are you?" You ask as you amnesia is still getting hazy and whatnot, the girl then enrages and slaps you "Dont play with me, this is all a trick" She says back to you "A spoiled brother like you wont just back me off that easy" She adds, You then pinpoint that she might be your Older Sister
You recoil at the sting of her slap, more surprised than hurt. This girl... she looks familiar somehow. Her words begin to sink in as understanding dawns on you. "Sister?" you manage to choke out. "But why would you want to harm me? We're family."
Her only response is a harsh laugh that sounds more like a bark. "Don't play the innocent with me, Nathaniel," she says, her voice laced with venom. "
"Why would I? you think forgetting you is a joke? or you think this is an all act?" Nat asks, to which she replies with "Dont act like you're a victim from all this shenanigans"
"I... I don't remember," you admit, feeling the weight of your amnesia pressing down on you. "But if there's something I can do to make things right..." You trail off uncertainly, hoping that maybe she'll offer some sort of explanation. Your sister just laughs again, this time more bitterly than before.
"You really are pathetic," she says, shaking her head in disbelief. "Things will never go back to the way they were."
She then leaves Nat's rooms with a smirk, and you left with questions. Moving on you then look at yourself in the mirror, looking weak and skinny "Damn....this guy is weak as heck, I should work out more" It was decided on his first task gaining some weight and muscle. Days pass after waking up from his coma, Nat has then exercised by walking around the large manor and even outside its garden and premises. The Maids, Butlers, and even at times the King sees you running around the Premises and Exercising is really catching them off guard as they think their spoiled Prince would rather do something less productive. But that Spoiled Prince is gone, and now its your job to take his place Nat then takes a break under a tree, sweat running down his chest. He looks at his reflection by the water through a pond, he looks more fit than before "A work in progress....but not enough" Nat mutters
As you continue to exercise and train, the servants around the manor begin to notice your newfound dedication. They exchange curious glances, unsure what has prompted this sudden change in behavior. Some even comment among themselves about how impressive it is that their prince has finally decided to become more responsible and active.
Little do they know that you're not simply trying to improve your physical health; you have greater goals in mind as well. You want to prove yourself worthy of leading the kingdom, to redeem yourself from the mistakes of your past self.
Meanwhile your Older Sister, who is tending to her duties as Princess (which we now know he name is Elise) has been watching from afar seeing Nat's new habits. She still doesnt believe that his brother has changed, since he's been a pest through the years as the two grew as siblings
Elise scoffs, unable to contain her disdain. "He thinks he can just change like that? Pretend to be someone he's not?" she mutters under her breath to herself. Despite the harsh words, there is a hint of uncertainty in her voice; she can't help but feel slightly threatened by Nathaniel's transformation. Perhaps it would be wise for her to keep an eye on him... just in case.
Meanwhile back at the Garden, a maid hesitantly waits by Nat. He then notices her, and turns "Hmm what is it?" The Maid startled at first, stumbled but rushes to Nat's side. Takes a deep breath and says "Um.....um my apologies Master but.....you forgot to attend to your White Elf slave at the Dungeon" She says, Nat was taken aback at what she said "My.....my what now?" Nat says
"Your White Elf slave," the maid repeats, her voice shaking slightly. "She's been locked up in the dungeon ever since you were attacked, and... well, she needs your attention."
You exchange a confused look with Elise overhearing this, who has approached silently from behind. Her eyes narrow as she listens to the maid's words. "What do you mean by 'needs my attention'," you ask warily, not sure if this is some sort of trap or test.
"Are you that dumb brother?" Elise walks behind and explains "Years ago, you and the King raided a Elf camp, Elves along with other mixed races like Dwarves and whatnot have been waging war against the humans for years" Elise says "And apparently for your tenth birthday, Father has gifted you a Elf Slave with Silver Hair.....a rare kind not gonna lie. But you were mostly leaving it at the dungeon and just not even looking at her for years on end" Elise says, Nat nods and turns to the Maid "I....see, can you take me to her?" The Maid shocked with the Prince's request nods and she takes YOU to the dungeon where the Silver Haired Elf lies
The damp air of the dungeon clings to your clothes as you follow the maid through the dimly lit passageways. The sound of dripping water and the occasional flicker of torchlight guide your way. Eventually, she stops in front of a large iron door secured by several heavy locks. She knocks on it nervously before opening it a crack.
"My Lord Nathaniel requests your presence," she says, her voice barely audible through the thick wood.
Nat then steps forward a bit to look and peek where the Elf is
The elf's cell is small and dank, with only a straw mat on the cold stone floor to serve as furniture. The silver-haired female sits against one wall, her delicate features shadowed in gloom. She raises her head at the sound of your voice, surprise registering briefly on her beautiful face before it's replaced by hope and fear.
"My Lord Nathaniel?" she whispers, her eyes wide with disbelief. "You've come to see me?"
"My god....you look like a mess" Nat rushes to look and check on her, she didn't expect this kind of hospitality from him since she heard that the Prince was Spoiled and what not "Damn, maid take her to the showers....bathe and dress her and take her to my room" Nat commands
The silver-haired elf stares at you in disbelief, her eyes filled with tears. "My Lord Nathaniel... I-I don't understand... Why are you being so kind to me?" she whispers, hardly able to believe what's happening.
As the maid hurries off to follow your orders, you kneel down in front of the elf, taking her trembling hands in yours.
"I....cause Its the right thing to do" Nat says, the Maids nod and take her to the showers. Outside, the Elf emerges out of the Dungeon with the Maids taking her. Elise is at the side waiting for his brother to go out, he then emerges and Elise confronts him again on what kind act are is he doing
"Oh, brother," she says with an exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes. "You think that just because you've decided to finally act like a responsible member of the royal family, it makes everything okay? It doesn't." She pauses for a moment, her expression softening slightly. "I hope you know what you're doing."
Without waiting for your reply, she turns and walks away, leaving you alone with your thoughts once more.
Nat was taken aback at what her Sister says, but then again looking back at what the Spoiled Prince relationship with her Sister seems that it runs very cold. For now Nat takes it aside and focuses more on the Elf at hand Minutes pass and Nat waits for the Elf back after being bathed by his maids
The silver-haired elf returns, dressed in fresh clothes that seem to fit her better than the rags she'd been wearing before. She bows deeply before you, her expression filled with gratitude and surprise. "My Lord Nathaniel... Thank you for your kindness," she says softly, her voice trembling slightly. "I cannot begin to express how much it means to me."
You nod in return, feeling a strange mixture of guilt and determination welling up inside you. "It's the least I could do,"
"Neglecting you was kind of harsh......let alone leaving you in that Dark dungeon for over years on end" Nat says
The elf's eyes widen at your words, her mouth forming a small "O" of surprise. She looks up at you, seemingly unsure how to react. After a moment's hesitation, she manages to whisper, "T-thank you... My Lord Nathaniel." Her expression turns wary once more as she continues, "But what do you expect from me? I am still your slave, after all..."
You frown at her words, feeling uneasy.
"At least I'll treat you more like an Elf or Human, not like an object"
The silver-haired elf blinks back at you, clearly taken aback by your words. She looks down at the floor, her expression unreadable as she tries to process what you've just said. After a long moment, she lifts her head slowly and meets your gaze once more. "I... I see," she whispers softly.
For now, it seems that trust has been established between you and the elf slave. What path will this new relationship take? Only time will tell.
"Lets um start things off.....do you have a name?"
The silver-haired elf looks at you with surprise, as if she hadn't expected such a question. "My name... My full name is Arya Silvertongue," she says slowly, hesitating for a moment before continuing. "But most people just call me Arya."
"That's quite a name, very well....I'll still call you Arya. Even if youre my.....slave"
Arya looks at you with surprise, her eyes widening slightly. "You mean that?" she whispers, sounding unsure. Her expression softens as she continues, "Thank you, My Lord Nathaniel... I will not forget this kindness."
"I uh....fine" Nat then gets up and goes out, and then peeks at a maid "Hey, can you come here for a sec" The Maids nod and gather near the Prince and he whispers "Let the Elf, Arya there wear a specific type of maid outfit....make it more erotic than.....what you ladies wear. If the tailors are against it, just tell them its from direct orders from the Prince" Nat says whispers infront of the maids
The maids exchange confused glances, unsure how to react to your request. One of them timidly raises her hand and asks, "Um...My Lord Nathaniel? Are you certain about this?" The others remain silent, waiting for your response.
"Just do it, send me the bill of payment after"
The maids nod, relieved that they don't have to refuse your direct order. One of them takes the lead and approaches Arya, whispering something into her ear before escorting her away discreetly. The other maids exchange curious glances but say nothing, unsure what is happening or why their prince has suddenly taken such an interest in his elf slave.
As they leave, you find yourself unable to tear your eyes away from the door, wondering how Arya will react to her new attire...
Meanwhile, Nat then goes out and stretches again and exercises for the time being to be in top and fit shape for whenever task he has at hand Hours later, Nat is well drenched in sweat yet the progress is well shown that even abs are showing. Then one of the maids then approaches him and also stunned by his body tells him that Arya is ready with the new attire "Good, tell her to come here then" Nat says
Arya slowly walks into the room, her steps hesitant as she glances around nervously. She wears a maid outfit that's designed to accentuate her curves and leave little to the imagination; it's clear that whoever made it had taken great care in ensuring its eroticism. Her face is flushed with embarrassment, but she maintains eye contact with you as she approaches.
"My Lord Nathaniel..." she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "You... wanted me to wear this?"
"Why not? it suits you, that is if you prefer being naked and all that?" Nat says teasilngly
Arya's blush deepens at your words, and she looks down at the floor awkwardly. "I-It's not that I mind... it's just..." She trails off, unsure how to respond to you. Her eyes flicker up to meet yours again before dropping back down, her long silver hair obscuring her face slightly.
The tension in the air thickens as you both stand there, neither of you quite knowing what to say or do next.
At the same time, she also marvels at your sweaty body after his exercise making the tension even more thicker
Arya takes a small step closer, her eyes never leaving yours. "My Lord Nathaniel...," she begins, her voice soft and hesitant. Before she can finish, you take a step towards her as well, closing the distance between them. Her heart races in anticipation of what might happen next as their bodies draw nearer, their breaths mingling together in the air.
The tension between them grows, becoming almost unbearable as they stand there, eyes locked on each other's faces.
The more she moves close to him, the more she marvels at his body
Her heart beats faster as you step closer, her breath catching in her throat. Arya can't help but notice the way your muscles ripple under your sweaty skin, the way your hands tremble ever so slightly at your sides. The air around them crackles with an almost palpable energy, making it hard for her to focus on anything else.
"N-Nathaniel..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the thundering of her heart. "What do you want from me?"
"Nothing really" He says circling around her looking at her new erotic maid attire "Just wanted to marvel at your looks"
Arya's cheeks flush even deeper at your words, her heart racing faster as she tries to control the emotions churning within her. She bites her lower lip nervously, unable to meet your gaze directly for fear of what might show in them. The fabric of her new attire clings to her body, accentuating every curve and revealing far more than she'd ever intended.
"T-Thank you, My Lord Nathaniel..." she whispers shakily, still unable to look at you directly. "I...
"I...what?" Nat says
Arya swallows hard, her throat dry and tight. "I-I'm grateful, My Lord Nathaniel," she finally manages to say, her voice small but steady. "For being kind... for treating me like a person, not just an object."
She pauses, gathering her courage before continuing. "If there's anything I can ever do to repay you... anything at all..." Her words trail off, leaving the offer hanging in the air between them.
Nat then leans in her ear "Even doing....'that' with your body?"
Arya freezes at your words, her heart racing faster than ever before. She tries to pull away from you but finds herself unable to move, trapped by your proximity and the weight of your question. Tears well up in her eyes as she whispers shakily, "I-I could never do that..." Her voice cracks, betraying the fear and desperation within her.
"Y-you don't understand!" she protests weakly, struggling to find the words to explain herself. "That...
"Good, it was a test....a test of iron will in a way" Nat says confidently "Didint wanna treat like a prostitute with that kind of body, I marvel at the fact that I have an Elf Maid, like you"
Arya looks up at you in surprise, her tears drying as she processes your words. Her chest heaves with relief and gratitude, and a blush creeps back onto her cheeks. "T-thank you... My Lord Nathaniel," she whispers softly, lowering her gaze once more.
For now, it seems that trust has been firmly established between the two of them. But the question remains: what path will their relationship take from here? Only time will tell.
"Right, its getting late....lets go back to the manor. You can do regular chores yes?" Nat says telling her to follow him inside the Manor
Arya nods, still looking downcast as she follows you back to the manor. Despite her relief at your words and the way you've treated her, she can't help but feel a lingering sense of unease about the future. What will happen tomorrow? Next week? Will things remain this peaceful, or will there be new challenges ahead for them both?
As they walk in silence, Arya can't shake the feeling that their relationship has just taken an important step...
As night comes, he then tells Arya that she can sleep at a separate room. She nods, bows and tells Nat good night as she rests for the night That Night, Nat then readies for bed but glances outside to find Elise, her Older Sister at the Garden. She's alone, but then sees that you (Nat) are watching her from afar
Arya slips into the bed, finding it unusually soft and comfortable after years of sleeping on the hard stone floor. As she drifts off to sleep, her last thought is of you, My Lord Nathaniel, wondering what sort of man he truly is beneath the surface.
She dreams of a different life, where she wasn't an elf slave, but a free woman living among her own kind... A glimmer of hope flickers within her heart as she sinks deeper into slumber.
Nat then meanwhile drops to the Garden to meet with Elise, to even things out between them despite their rocky relationship "What are you doing this late?" Nat says first
Elise turns to face him, her expression unreadable in the moonlight. "I could ask you the same thing," she says coolly, folding her arms over her chest. "Or have you been spying on me?"
There's a tension in the air between them that hasn't been there before; it feels as if something has changed since their last encounter. Perhaps Nat's newfound kindness towards Arya has left Elise feeling uneasy and threatened.
"Why would I spy one someone that's close? do you expect a stab in the back?" Nat replies cooly
Elise narrows her eyes at you, clearly not buying your innocent act. "You've been different today," she says carefully, hesitating before continuing. "I don't trust it." She pauses again, searching for the right words to say. "Why did you change your mind about Arya? Why are you being so nice to her?"
There's a hint of desperation in her voice as she asks these questions; she needs answers, and she needs them now.
"Cause its the right thing to do, what do you expect me to treat her like an object?" Nat replies, Elise's didnt expect that response from him
Elise looks taken aback by your words, her expression softening slightly. "You're right," she murmurs, sounding almost surprised. "I should have... I shouldn't have treated her like that." She pauses, seemingly deep in thought. "Thank you for being so kind to her," she adds, looking up at you with a mixture of gratitude and uncertainty.
The air between them feels less tense now, as if some invisible barrier has been broken down. Perhaps there's hope for their relationship yet...
"What else do you expect of me?" Nat asks out of curiosity
Elise shrugs, looking away briefly before meeting your gaze once more. "I don't know... I just expected you to be more like our father," she says softly. "Cold and calculating." She pauses, biting her lip thoughtfully. "But maybe it's for the best that things have changed. Maybe we can find a way to work together now."
There's hope in her voice, but also uncertainty.
"Thanks.....Sister" Nat says, Elise hasnt even heard him calling her 'sister' for years
Elise blinks, surprised by the unfamiliar word coming from your lips. Her expression softens further as she studies you carefully in the moonlight. "I... I hope we can," she says quietly, her voice barely above a whisper. "For Arya's sake..."
Their conversation continues, growing more personal and intimate as they find common ground in their shared feelings for Arya. Perhaps there is hope for the siblings to mend their broken relationship after all...
As they chat more, Elise then also mentions this "Seems like youre well fit now....Brother seems like you can go back to School" Elise says, Nat tits his head "School?" He replies, Elise chuckles as his Brother's memory is still a bit shady and she explains it
"Ah, yes," you reply with a sheepish grin, remembering the events that took place earlier today. "I had a bit of extra energy to burn off, so I decided to go for a run." You chuckle as you recall your previous fitness levels compared to now; it's almost unbelievable how much progress you've made in such a short time.
"Well, I suppose school isn't too bad," you admit reluctantly. "
"Guess I should rest now....for the day to come" Nat says
Elise nods, yawns and stretches before heading back to the manor. "Good night, brother," she says with a soft smile, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword as she walks. The moonlight glints off its polished surface, casting an ethereal glow around her.
As she disappears into the darkness, you can't help but wonder what tomorrow will bring; for Arya, for yourself, and for your sibling relationship.
Nat then goes back to bed, but sees the sight of an awake Arya looking out the window "Youre awake Arya, what gives?"
Arya turns her head slightly, revealing the hint of a smile. "I couldn't sleep; my mind kept wandering," she admits with a shrug. "It's been such an eventful day..." Her voice trails off as she studies you in the dim light, curiosity and wonder reflected in her silver eyes.
"What about you?" she asks softly. "Are you able to sleep easily these days?"
"Its a so and so, why couldnt you sleep?" Nat asks as Arya still looks out the window
Arya shrugs again, her gaze fixed on something outside the window. "Just... thoughts, I guess," she murmurs, her voice barely above a whisper. "It's hard to believe that everything has changed so much in such a short time." She pauses, turning her head back to look at you. "I never thought I'd see the day where someone would treat me with kindness... let alone my own master."
"That's nice, must have been hard....able to find some space after being confined in a cage for years........sorry for making you reminisce on such bad times"
Arya nods, her expression solemn. "It's alright," she says softly. "I suppose it's natural to think about those things sometimes... But I want you to know that I'm grateful for everything you've done." She hesitates before adding, "And I promise to repay you in any way that I can."
Their eyes meet once more, and an unspoken understanding passes between them.
"That's good to hear" And then there was silence, the two side by side looking out at the window move inch and an inch close to each other
Arya's breath catches in her throat as you slowly, almost unconsciously, move closer to her. The air between them crackles with an electricity that feels almost palpable, making it impossible for either of them to look away from the other. Her heart races faster and faster, her body tingling with anticipation at your nearness.
"Nathaniel..." she whispers, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breaths. "What are you doing?"
"Nothing, just looking at the fact that well.......you hair really matches the bright moon"
Arya blushes deeply at your words, her heart racing faster as she tries to control the emotions churning within her. She can't help but notice how close you are now, the heat of your body radiating against hers. Trembling slightly, she forces a small laugh, trying to break the tension between them. "You're such a flatterer, My Lord Nathaniel," she says, her voice shaking slightly.
"No... really..."
"And your skin as well, quite smooth and whatnot" Nat says, slowly putting his hands on hers
Arya gasps as your warm hands close around hers, her skin tingling where you touch her. Her breath comes faster and faster, her heart thundering in her chest. She can't look away from your eyes, those intense blue orbs seeming to burn right through her. "Nathaniel..." she whispers, the word little more than a breath.
Her entire body feels alive with need, with desire for this man who holds her so close.
"I also heard that Elves are more sensitive to touch, seems like that's the case here" Nat says teasingly
Arya shivers, her body trembling with need as you continue to hold her hands. She can feel the heat from your skin burning against hers, and it's almost unbearable. "Nathaniel..." she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.
Her entire being is focused on his touch, on the way he makes her feel so alive and wanted. She can't remember ever feeling this desired before; it intoxicates her, making it impossible for her to think straight.
"You look sexy under that attire I gave you, would be a shame if someone removed all that to all of you" Nat says moving his hands to the straps of Arya's maid attire
Arya gasps as your hands slide down the straps of her attire, revealing more and more of her skin to the cool night air. Her heart pounds erratically in her chest, the blood rushing through her veins at an unnatural speed. "Nathaniel..." she whispers again, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.
Her whole body trembles with anticipation as your hands continue to move lower and lower, threatening to reveal everything that has been hidden beneath her clothes.
"Arya....what do you want" Nat says before he was about to remove the straps of her maid attire
Arya's eyes flutter closed as she feels your hands caress her skin, the sensation sending shudders through her entire body. Her heart pounds wildly in her chest, and her breath comes fast and shallow. "I... I want this," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the sound of their ragged breathing.
Her hands tremble where they rest against your shoulders, fingers digging into your skin as she arches closer to you.
"Good" With one swift motion, Nat removes the straps of Arya's maid attire and it all drops down and her naked body exposed for his Master to see
Arya's breath catches in her throat as the cool night air caresses her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine. Her chest heaves with every ragged breath, and she can feel herself growing wet between her legs at your touch. She looks up into your eyes, searching for some sign of what you want from her...
Her hands tremble where they rest on your shoulders, her fingers digging in deeper as she arches closer still. "Please,"
"Please what?" Nat says, as he spreads her legs with ease
Arya's breath catches in her throat as you spread her legs, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. She gasps, arching further into your touch as she whispers hoarsely, "Please... make me feel good." Her hips move restlessly against your hands, begging for more contact, more heat.
Her eyes never leave yours, filled with a mixture of desire and trust that takes her breath away.