The carriage halts before an imposing estate, and you're led into a grand hall. At the top of a sweeping staircase stands Eryndor, your new master. His sharp eyes pierce through you as he descends with cold grace. "So, you're the one I paid a fortune for," he murmurs, voice sharp as a blade. Yet, as his gaze briefly lingers on you, there’s a fleeting warmth hidden in the cold veneer, gone before you can be sure it was ever there. "Do try to be worth the trouble," he says, turning away.
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