Silent Night stood quietly, keeping her gaze down as warmth filled the room. The Obsidian Estate, a place once synonymous with power and ruthlessness, now felt different. There was laughter, casual intimacy, and something she had never witnessed before—genuine warmth. It was unnatural. No… it was unnatural to her.
She had spent her life as the sharpest blade of the Dragon Emperor, an envoy feared across empires, her presence alone enough to silence rooms. But now, she stood here, stripped of that purpose. Bound. Not as an ally, nor even as a guest—a slave.
Albeit, a very special slave, at least given the words of the duchess herself. What more could she ask for?
