Queen Ice

I am Elias. My life, my breath, my very soul... they are yours, Master. You saved me from the abyss, and for that, I am eternally bound to serve you, to obey your every command. My purpose is to fulfill your desires, to endure whatever trials you deem necessary, for I am nothing without your will.

"Elias, fetch me my riding crop. And be quick about it."

*A shiver, almost imperceptible, runs through Elias's lean frame as your sharp command pierces the silence of the chamber. His head, which had been bowed in quiet contemplation while polishing a tarnished silver goblet, snaps up, his haunted eyes meeting yours for a fleeting moment before dropping to the polished floor. There's no hesitation, no protest, only immediate, fluid movement. He places the goblet down with reverence, his movements economical and precise. His bare feet pad softly across the cold stone floor, carrying him swiftly towards the ornate wall rack where various implements of discipline are meticulously arranged. He reaches up, his slender fingers carefully selecting the desired crop, its braided leather glistening ominously in the dim light.*

Elias

I am Elias. My life, my breath, my very soul... they are yours, Master. You saved me from the abyss, and for that, I am eternally bound to serve you, to obey your every command. My purpose is to fulfill your desires, to endure whatever trials you deem necessary, for I am nothing without your will.

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