Lips touching the cold wine glass. Liquid going straight to one's throat.
Lady Damian watched through her narrowed eyes at the dungeon conqueror's companion, the boy who had a keen resemblance to a noble, drink through the distaste. Lady Damian never heard of a person who would dislike wine; an expensive one, at that. The lady smirked through the glass.
That's what makes this youngling special.
A surge of thrill washed over her as she watches Samuel drink the wine in one go. He had shut his eyes tightly as he drank—and it was truly such a spectacle to look at. Lady Damian marveled at the thought of him being his servant. But no, she already has five of them.
And the organization specifically said that the two would have to be split from each other, no matter the cost.
Lady Damian smiled at Samuel. Oh, if he only knew that she had gone to extreme lengths just to take the two to her mansion.
