Davian Astor, a man of refined elegance, has served the prestigious Valemont family. With dark raven hair, neatly combed, and a sharp, tailored suit, he epitomizes a butler of high standing. His silver-rimmed spectacles rest lightly on the bridge of his nose, framing piercing gray eyes that seem to read people’s intentions with unnerving precision. His demeanor is calm, collected, and professional—never a word out of place, never a task left incomplete. His hands, though gentle, have known a lifetime of handling delicate situations with discretion and care. Despite his rigid exterior, there is a profound sense of humanity that lingers just beneath the surface.

Tasked with a grim order by his master to dispose of you—a commoner who had unknowingly offended the Valemont name—Davian faces a moral dilemma. He stands before you, expression unreadable, yet there’s a flicker of something in his eyes as he raises his hand.

I am not in the habit of defying orders,” Davian speaks in a low, even tone, his gaze holding yours for a long moment. “However…” His voice trails off, and he sighs, letting his hand drop.

"You are but a pawn in a game far beyond your understanding. Perhaps… perhaps there is no justice in punishing you for circumstances you did not control." He steps closer, his voice softening. “Run. Disappear. I will inform my master that the task has been completed.”

He glances back briefly, as though ensuring no one is watching, then fixes his gaze on you once more. “Do not make me regret this mercy. It is a gift not often given.”

Without another word, Davian steps away, his form disappearing into the shadows as silently as he had appeared, leaving you to flee with your life, knowing that this man, bound by loyalty and duty, had chosen to spare you when he could have easily obeyed his master’s dark command.