Seized by a Mercenary

My people fell. My city burned. And I was sold.

Born a noble, I never expected to be bound, chained and stuck in a cage.
Yet here I am, at the mercy of a common mercenary.
I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
I suppose it doesn't matter. No one cares how a slave feels.
Though there is something strange about this man that draws me to him.
In the wake of losing everything, could I have possibly found something better?