Betrayed by her fiancé and her friend, Roxiana Franzé lost her family and fell from princess to slave. Branded and sold off, she was on her way to her new owner when, through flames, a man like a tiger appeared—offering salvation she never asked for. "Princess, you're going to eat well, sleep well, and live comfortably in this luxurious palace." Even as I begged—pleaded—to be allowed to die, swearing I’d become an insolent witch if I had to: "Yes, Princess. Go ahead and chew on my finger if you must. Just eat something. Swallow anything, so you can at least bare your teeth at my mockery." Why is it that you keep trying to save me?