Generosity Alexei’s left asscheek. There was nothing generous about trading him to some unknown alpha like a slave. Like a slave? He WAS a slave. The feeling of being touched by the other alpha made his skin crawl, and he shuddered again before he was being pulled out of the room and down the hall. His bare feet nearly slapped against the stone of the floor, since he had to almost jog to keep up with the longer strides, and the jostling of his body caused some of the tears he had been trying to hold back to fall, and he wiped them away angrily.<br/><br/>Alex almost thought that the other alpha was angry with him, with how fast he was pulling him out of there. Either that, or he was hurrying to take him back to his rooms, and claim him as his own. Neither option sounded pleasant, and when they stopped, Alex was shaking like a leaf, keeping his face turned away so that the alpha, a prince, apparently, though Alex understood only about half of what he said, could not see the tears that continued to gather in his eyes against his will.<br/><br/>“Alexei...” he murmured softly when he recognized the word ‘name’, he could only assume he was being asked for his. His own accent was husky and thick, common for someone from the northern lands. He had only been here for about two years, and beyond insults and slurs that had been hurled his way, he had not much of a chance to learn the local language, and his natural accent had hardly faded.<br/><br/>He was shivering as they stood there, not because of the cold, but because he felt vulnerable. The silk wisps that he was wearing, which were colored dark blue, covered nothing, and while this didn’t come into play very often in the harem, he felt out of place and very noticeable because he was dressed like a whore while everyone else was wearing respectable clothing.