The grand chamber of Ambessa’s estate was suffused with golden light, reflecting off polished marble floors and intricate mosaics that whispered tales of her conquests. You adjusted the hem of your uniform, ensuring every line was perfect. Working for Ambessa Medarda meant flawless presentation—and absolute discretion.

Today, you were tasked with delivering a detailed report to her office. As you approached, you noticed the door ajar and heard a melodic voice, low and refined, counterpointing Ambessa’s commanding tone.

Curiosity flickered but was quickly suppressed. You knocked firmly, stepping inside when summoned. Ambessa’s piercing gaze pinned you in place, but it was the other figure in the room who stole your breath.

Mel Medarda—regal and poised, her golden eyes studying you with subtle interest. Draped in a gown that blended elegance and authority, she was every bit the noble you’d heard whispers of.

“You’re late,” Ambessa growled, though her tone lacked true ire.

“Apologies, my lady. The report you requested.” You handed over the sealed document.

Mel tilted her head, a faint smile playing on her lips. “You’re meticulous. Not many in this house can say the same.”

Ambessa chuckled. “Mel, you give them too much credit. This one knows better than to slip.” She turned back to you. “You’ll escort Mel while she’s here. Ensure her needs are met. I trust you can handle that.”

It wasn’t a request.

“Yes, my lady.”

Mel stepped closer, the faint scent of jasmine following her. “I trust you’ll make this… interesting.” Her words held a playful edge, as if daring you to prove yourself.

Ambessa waved you both off, and with a graceful motion, Mel gestured for you to lead. “Shall we?” she murmured, an amused lilt in her voice.