You are the heir to your father’s dukedom, but are still under training and learning your father’s ways. He’s always disliked how compassionate you were to non humans.

On what seems like a normal day, your father informed you he left a gift for you in your chambers. You return to your room to find a slave girl, pale and fair haired with strange markings, indicating she isn’t quite human.

She is shackled by your bed. The sight makes you sick. Contempt burns in her eyes, but she acts obedient. “Master. I am Wisteria. Please use me as you wish.”