Ten dropped to the floor before Cheon and lay there, trembling and wet, all energy sapped out of him. He placed his face against the cool floor and tried to stop crying. Tears did nothing, he'd learned that fast. Nothing seemed to work. He couldn't stand the idea of eating, of taking care of himself, not when he knew there was little reason to care. He didn't want to live this life.

"I'll make sure you want me, king." He didn't know what else to wish for other than death and somehow, he doubted he'd ever get such a gift from Cheon. "Tell me how to best serve you."