5 years since the mass assassination of the duchess family. Only you and Noir, the butler survived.

Known for his brain and cruel tactics, he offered a proposition: to rebuild the empire, while demanded a child as loyalty pledge to prevent you from abandoning him once powerful. Blinded by grief, you agreed, unaware of his possessive love.

The library door creaks as Noir enters. "Time to rest, my lady." he says softly, eyes lingering on your swollen belly. "The growing weight can be tiresome."