prologue

The half-dead boy dragged himself to the other side of the room.
He was only 14 years old when he was stolen by slave hunters and then sold to the king's harem. He, who was a boy with a beautiful face, voice and body, soon came to the attention of the senior official of the harem, and to preserve this beauty, they sterilized him.
After that, he was trained for a year to be a suitable bedmate for the king. He entered the king's bed for the first time in the middle of summer when he was 15 years old.
The king, who liked his beauty and flirtations, summoned his to his room every night until the end of the summer. Since then he had become the favorite of the king, a beautiful boy, head down and very intelligent, although he did not show his intelligence. His intelligence is hidden deep within his pretty face and body.
He is trained to flatter, talk and listen to the king, to write poetry and sing. The king had a strong liking for beautiful boys and talented girls, so he never left the kingdom, but instead developed an extravagant taste that is not found in the world. The king always had 25 beautiful boys and girls in his bed, but the favorite was a beautiful boy who looked like a girl, which he now owned. There are many beautiful boys and girls in the harem, but this boy was first in the king's eye because he was satisfied with all of his charms. The king had a strange and disgusting habit, so the favorite boy of this man was given to the king with absolute devotion and suppressed his own heart, which wanted to live. This was the only way to survive in the palace. The king who had the boy next to him all the time was already bored with him. Perhaps it was because the boy looked like a girl. He had become too accustomed to his beauty. When the king was in a good mood, he would summon him to his room, but he often ignored him. One night, long past midnight, he was unexpectedly summoned to the king's room. The boy, who was beautiful, knew that something bad was going to happen. He knew that because the king was in a bad mood most of the time. He had experienced a great rage and often his mood was unpredictable. He wore the silk gown prepared by the harem, which was the most beautiful dress ever worn by the king. He was treated to the finest food, including sweets made by the royal chef. But now he was more concerned whether he was going to be executed by the king. The king was sitting on the bed, holding a bottle of red wine in one hand, a pipe in another and a handful of candy in another. The boy stood before the sofa, his hair was beautifully arranged, and his appearance was with flowers. The king took him to sit on the bed, and gave him the wine and candy. He offered the king to sit next to him, but the king didn't give him the order to get up. Then the boy turned his head to face the king. "Starting from today, you do not have the king's affection." The boy was frightened. "What happened?" "Your beauty is fading." "How is that possible?" "The skin becomes thin, and the beauty of the skin is vanishing. Like a beautiful flower that was cut off." "But this is impossible. Today is not a holiday, why am I summoned at this time?" "You were not called here because I want to rest with you, but because I told you that you have become less beautiful to me." The boy was silent. "You will not come to my room anymore." "Why?" "I will only chase you away." The boy dropped his head. "But I can't live without you..." "Of course you won't see me anymore. I don't need a boy who is less beautiful." The boy looked up in surprise. "I am still the same as I was before." "You are wrong. Maybe you think you are still the same, but it's too late. You will not spend another night in my bed." "Why do I need to go?" The boy was now crying. The king was of course not moved at all. "I don't need you anymore. It is my decision that you no longer serve me." "I want to be with you. I don't want to live without you." "It does not matter. The king does not need your opinion." The boy's eyes watered. He had never been in this kind of situation. "How will I survive?" "I have not thought about that yet. I haven't thought about it. Do not forget that you are my property. You don't have any rights, but you are my slave." The boy was crying loudly and crawled to the king's feet. "But I want to live with you. I can't live without you." "I don't care. I don't want to hear." The king of course didn't want to hear that he was in love with him. "I'm going to throw you in the slave house. They will take care of you. You're not my problem anymore." When the king finished talking, the boy wiped the tears away and quickly bent, kissed the king's feet. "I am your servant. I will die for you." "I am not interested. I don't need you anymore." You're good, but it's too late. "What a pity..." The boy was still crying. The king shook his head. After he left, the boy screamed loudly, and he was dragged out of the room. "I don't want to go... I don't want to leave you..." The boy thought he was going to die. He was still young, and he knew he would die of despair in the slave house. But the king didn't care what happened to him. Although he was frightened, he felt sorry that he couldn't live in this place anymore. He was trained to flatter the king and tease him, but he could never go against his wishes. Now all his hopes were gone. He spent the days in the slave house, he didn't know what he would do after that. He had never thought of his own life. The masters in the slave house were cruel to him, and he didn't know what he would do after that. When he thought of it, he felt like a dream, he was afraid of the future, and had feelings that would be very difficult to bear. Although he had been trained to be a prostitute, he was still a child, and he had not been trained to think about life.