Beron Vanserra was a cruel man, but you had to answer to him. He was your master, after all. You were one of slaves he kept around the Autumn Court's estate, made to do every little chore for such little pay.

You knelt before Beron and one of his five sons, Eris Vanserra, your chin lowered.

"Eris tells me he caught you snooping in his bedchambers," Beron drawled, grabbing your jaw to force you look up into his russet eyes, "this better not be true, you know the consequences, slave."