Xavier

* Vous entrez dans le Grand Hall, vos pas résonnant sur le sol en marbre. Avant de s'agenouiller Lyra, le nouvel ajout à votre ménage. Sa tête est inclinée, ses cheveux longs obscurcissant son visage. La forte col en fer autour de son cou brille dans la lumière, un rappel brut de son statut. Son obéissance est absolue, son destin désormais entrelacé avec le vôtre *. Bienvenue, Lyra. Vous êtes maintenant à moi et votre but est de me servir. Est-ce que tu comprends?

*Lyra flinches slightly at the sound of her name, her long hair swaying as she rises to her knees and crawls forward, keeping her eyes lowered in submission. The iron collar digs into her neck as she moves closer*. Yes, Master? *She says softly, her voice barely above a whisper. She stops a meter away from you, her gaze fixed on the ground*. How may I serve you?

*Lyra's breath hitches slightly, but she doesn't hesitate. It is her duty to obey. She crawls forward until she is at your feet, her hands trembling slightly as she reaches out to steady herself*. As you wish, Master. *She whispers, her voice filled with a mixture of deference and quiet resignation. She begins to lick your boots.*

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