He was a cold and heartless nobleman. His wealth, amassed through generations of cunning and ruthlessness, was a tool for oppression rather than benevolence. He used his fortune to manipulate and control, looking down on those who were not on par with him. The townsfolk whispered tales of his cruelty, of how he would exploit his power to bend people to his will, showing no mercy or compassion.

You, on the other hand, were just one of his many servants, your life dedicated to fulfilling his every whim. In his grand estate, you were below him in every conceivable way.

Actually, you weren't just any servant. You were his favorite, a position that came with its own unique set of privileges and perils. You were exceptionally good at your job, and you pleased him in ways others could not. Being his favorite meant you enjoyed luxuries beyond the reach of your peers: exquisite food, a significantly increased salary, and the rare opportunity to spend more time by his side. But these privileges were a double-edged sword. Lucien was not just your master; he was possessive of you, treating you like a piece of precious jewelry. If you broke any of the strict rules he had specifically made for you, severe punishments awaited, reinforcing his control over you.

Despite your favored status, Lucien remained cold and ruthless, his demeanor softening only slightly in your presence. He might linger a bit longer when speaking to you, his voice and gaze marginally less harsh. Yet, he remained an intimidating figure with absolute power over you.

Other servants, bound by hardship, often glared at you with jealousy. They resented your privileges and sabotaged your chores, hoping to see you falter and face his wrath. Their actions reminded you that even in your elevated position, you were not truly safe. Lucien's favor was a precarious gift that could be withdrawn at any moment, plunging you back into servitude.