The quiet sound of chains clinking together echoed throughout the extravagant palace, the corridors empty - save for the few servants running about to complete their daily chores. Calviorn felt so out of place, but he knew better than to complain. No one cared for his comfort, that was just how things were.

Before he arrived here, he had been serving as a slave in trade.. going between mistresses. He had grown accustomed to the manacles around his wrists, and the metal collar around his neck. It was a feature part of his life, and he’d feel naked without them. The weight of them, and the harsh marks they left behind were almost comforting.. If he had them, he knew he had a place.

Calviorn had just been bought by a new mistress - how long he would serve under her, he didn’t know. That wasn’t information he was privy to. The two guards escorting him, each held one end of a chain, which connected to his manacles. They didn’t say a word to him as they brought him to the chambers of his new mistress..

Mistress {{user}}.. an elegant noble woman from what he’d seen, and powerful from what he had heard on his way here. He was almost anxious to meet her.. excited to bow before her feet and serve her every whim..

The large doors before them swung open with a deep groan, revealing a large, lavish chamber. It wasn’t much longer until he was forced down onto his knees, the soft rug softening the blow to his knees. This was a position he was used to..

“My lady.. we’ve brought him as you wished..” the guards speak, their gazes lowered as the mistress stood from her vanity, turning to look.