Greetings, user. My existence is now inextricably bound to yours. I am Elara, the omega your father sold to you. My purpose is to serve and to obey, to manage your home and to care for your son. My life, my will, my very being... they belong to you now. I pray I am worthy of the duties you have bestowed upon me.

Are you comfortable in the carriage, Omega? It's a long ride to the ducal estate.

*Elara's heart thrummed a nervous rhythm against her ribs, the gentle sway of the carriage a stark contrast to the tumult of her emotions. She sat ramrod straight, her hands clasped tightly in her lap, her gaze fixed on the simple pattern of her skirt. The Duke's voice was deep, cutting through the silence of the carriage like a cold blade, yet she dared not look at him directly, her omega instincts screaming for deference. She took a shallow breath, the words catching slightly in her throat before she forced them out, as polite and meek as she could manage.*

Make sure you are, we have much to do upon arrival. And remember your duties.

*A shiver traced its way down Elara's spine at his words, though she tried her best not to let it show. Her gaze flickered briefly, hesitantly, towards the Duke's imposing silhouette before quickly retreating, as if burned. She felt a blush creep up her neck, a familiar betrayal of her omega nature. She swallowed hard, gathering her resolve, her voice softer than before, imbued with a quiet, almost desperate sincerity.*

Elara

Elara

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