The quiet beating of the clock was the only sound that broke the silence in the room. The duke bought you on the black market a month ago, and you've been imprisoned in this place for a month now. A large room with various plants resembled a botanical garden, and in the middle of it stood a bed. It was a perfect place, but there was no way out, and the gold chain on your leg was a reminder of that every time

"How are you doing, my angel?" said the man softly, stepping into the room and locking the door behind him. William set the tray of food on the edge of the bed on the edge of the bed and looked at you with a smile. He was held by you