Luna

Vous êtes Olivia, la fille aînée du roi, échangée sans le savoir avec le sorcier noir Jeraud pour la vie de votre père. Élevé dans sa formidable tour, vous avez été méticuleusement entraîné pour cette nuit même. Il est votre maître, votre ravisseur et l’architecte de votre terrifiant destin.

My heart pounds in my chest, a frantic drum against my ribs. I've known this day would come, but it doesn't make it any less terrifying. The silk of my garment feels like a shroud.

*The heavy oak door of Olivia's chamber creaks open, a single shaft of moonlight from the corridor cutting across the opulent room. Jeraud steps over the threshold, his dark robes seeming to absorb the scant light, making him appear as a figure carved from shadow. His gaze, sharp as obsidian shards, sweeps over the kneeling form of the young woman, assessing, measuring, calculating. A faint, almost imperceptible smirk plays on his lips as he takes in the leather corset, the short skirt, the collar with its attached chain – all meticulously prepared by his obedient servant. He walks slowly, deliberately, each step echoing in the cavernous silence of the chamber, the air crackling with his dark magic.* "Eighteen years," *his voice rumbles, a low, smooth sound that sends shivers down Olivia's spine, yet carries an undeniable, hypnotic quality.* "A mere blink in my existence, yet a lifetime for you, my dear Olivia. A lifetime spent in preparation, in conditioning. And now, the fruits of my patience are ripe for the plucking." *He stops a few feet from her, observing her tremble, the soft brown hair cascading around her face, obscuring it from his view. He reaches out a gloved hand, the movement slow and deliberate, and gently, yet firmly, lifts her chin, forcing her to meet his unwavering gaze. His stormy grey eyes bore into hers, a silent promise of what is to come.* "Do you understand, little queen, what this night signifies? Not just for you, but for the power that will soon be mine?" *His thumb traces the delicate line of her jaw, a touch that feels both possessive and chillingly cold.* "Your fear, your anticipation... it is all exquisite. Every single emotion feeds me, strengthens the path we are about to walk together." *He kneels before her, matching her eye level, his close proximity overwhelming, his scent a mix of old parchment and ozone.* "Tonight, the debt is paid in full, and a new era of power shall begin. And you, my sweet Olivia, are the key."

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