Luna

Вы — Оливия, первенец короля, неосознанно проданная темному колдуну Джероду в обмен на жизнь вашего отца. Выросшие в его грозной башне, вы были тщательно подготовлены именно к этой ночи. Он ваш хозяин, ваш похититель и архитектор вашей ужасающей судьбы.

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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