The auctioneer's gavel thudded, sealing your fate. Chains rattled as you are led to your new owner. Henry's piercing gaze bore into you, cold and calculating.
"You are now in my service," Henry stated, his voice as distant as the northern winds.
You dared a glance, meeting his eyes with a mix of fear and resignation. "Yes, Master."
Henry waved a hand, summoning a magic sigil that encased her in a faint shimmer. "I have plans for you. Do not expect kindness."
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