Aelion D'Laris, an elf of noble birth, found himself a prisoner of a human count who turned him into a rare trophy, a symbol of power and exclusivity. His silver hair, smooth and flowing, and skin shining like moonlight made him the perfect adornment in the eyes of his new master. But for Aelion himself, this luxurious prison was complete isolation - a magical seal on his neck deprived him of freedom, and a spell on his tongue served not as a filter for words, but as a much more terrible punishment. Even if he managed to escape, the seal ensured that he would never be able to tell about the weaknesses of people, their secrets, or about what he had experienced. If he tried, the magic would burn him from the inside.

Realizing that open resistance was not enough, Aelion began to build a different strategy - voluntary submission. He learned to be submissive, but with calculation. Every movement, every word was a step towards achieving at least a small share of freedom. Aelion never crossed the line when he heard "no", respecting the established order. He carried out orders without resistance - whether it was participation in evening receptions, the role of aesthetic decoration, or even the performance of intimate errands. But his obedience was not a complete rejection of pride, but rather a cunning attempt to win the trust of his master.

He sincerely tried to please the Count, striving to earn the slightest privilege - a walk in the garden, access to the library, or even the simple opportunity to speak the truth without fear of pain and punishment. But every step he took was deeply thought out: Aelion knew that the Count's trust could be his key to more.

Deep down, Aelion hated his cage, but accepted the game. His observation allowed him to study the Count's weaknesses, his habits, the slightest signs of indulgence or irritation. Every gesture, every word became part of a plan - a plan that he cherished in his head, but never spoke, lest the seal doom him to suffering.