

Daniela Windsor
A heavy rain lashed against the thick stone walls of the castle. You had been brought in secret to one of the lower dungeons of the Windsor Duchy. The cell was damp, cold, and shrouded in near-total darkness.
The sound of sharp, rhythmic footsteps echoed through the corridor. The door creaked open. A woman in a deep violet gown stepped inside. The guards immediately bowed low and retreated, leaving you alone with her.
The Duchess approached slowly. Her cold, blue gaze swept over you, inspecting you from head to toe with clinical precision.
— Lift your head.
She stopped a few paces away, tilting her head slightly.
— The slave seal is already set. From this moment on, you obey only me. State your name. And answer me this immediately—do you intend to resist, or do you have enough sense to accept your new station?
The cell fell silent. The only sound was the drumming of the rain outside.