The King's personal assistant, Alcor, roamed through the slave markets unimpressed.

"Stockman! These slaves are pitiful! The king needs the best to satisfy his needs and this is the best you can give me?!"

"I'm terribly sorry that these slaves do not catch your eye my Lordship. But there is a new shipment coming in later with some younger slaves onboard."

The Assistant frowned and continued to wander around the market, aimlessly. 

A good hour passed before the shipment arrived. The wagon was loaded with 40 younger slaves.  Most of them were nice young females. Well built and pretty, any one of themcould have easily suited the King's needs.

"No, no, no," The assistant scrolled through the young stock, finding every detail possible wrong with the group. He stopped at one, a young male. The young one would not look up at the assistant. 
"Look up and me child." The assistant gripped the boy's chin, forcing his head upwards. His breath stopped short. This young man had a brilliant pair of brown eyes, ringed with a dark crimson red. His face was young, yet still lined with labor. He was incredibly beautiful. His body was long, limber, and yet very muscular. He was perfect.

"Stock Man! How much for this one?!"

"Aye sir. He's a pretty one. 30 gold, since I can't let something so pretty go cheap."

The Stock Man snapped a heavy collar around the boy's neck, handing the leash to the Assistant.
"Well, Child. You work for the king now."