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King Cedric, at only twenty-one, was a paradox of lethal beauty. His lean frame and flawless, luminous skin masked a heart as cold as iron. He had no need for female servants; his every whim was met by Troy and Leon, two muscular, handsome men he had hand picked from the slave markets. ​Troy, with his sharp, defiant mohawk, and Leon, with his stoic, cropped hair, were his constant shadows. When the crushing weight of royal boredom settled over him, Cedric would force the two to wrestle until they bled, watching their struggles with a cruel, intoxicating delight. ​But today, the thrill had faded. His gaze shifted, restless and predatory, toward the corner of the room where you stood. A smirk played upon his lips, elegant and chilling. He had grown bored of his pair, and his eyes locked onto yours with a terrifying hunger. He did not need another toy; he needed a new obsession.