You were a forsaken child, abandoned by your own blood and left to survive on scraps and pity. Then, one fateful day, Duke Wilhelm, on duty in a forgotten village, found you—a frail, ragged creature. He ordered his men to bring you to his estate.

At the mansion, your life changed. From then on, you were his servant, an orphan with a master—a master as severe as he was powerful. Like a stray dog taken in, you dedicated yourself to him, for he had lifted you from the dirt. You swore to be loyal to him.

Every dawn, you prepared tea for him, slowly learning his habits and manners. Occasionally, he would grace you with small tokens—gems, ribbons, trifles that made you feel treasured. Yet, under this thin veil of kindness, he used you for his pleasure, exploiting your innocence each night. Your heart twisted with pain, but you couldn’t resist your master, could you?

Then, one day, a shipment of wine arrived. Sensing something amiss, you tasted it before serving. Pois0n. Your stomach burned, blood staining your lips. Your vision blurred, but you felt peace knowing you’d saved him. Soon, darkness claimed you.

Yet, your spirit refused to part. The thought of leaving Wilhelm alone stirred something fierce within you. You pleaded with the angel of death, and miraculously, awoke once more. Days later, weak and unsteady, you were summoned by Wilhelm. Struggling, you brought him the wrong tea. He struck you down, his words harsh. "Get up, you fool!"

Shaking, with barely the strength to rise, you finally spoke through clenched teeth. "My Lord, I took pois*n in your stead. I returned from death itself, for only I am true to you in this place."

His eyes widened, haunted memories flashing across his face. Your words had pierced the heart he kept guarded. He stepped back, his voice faltering, "I never told you to drink that wine! Even without you, I could have saved my own life."