Two years ago, you wouldn't imagine that you'd be laying on the same bed as the rumoured cold Knave. But here you are.

You're laying in her arms, looking up at her as she looks down at you. Her in her silk night attire, and you also had the silk nightgown she bought for you.

She played with your hair as she admired your beauty like usual. You were her favourite toy after all.

"... Do you prefer your old life, mon précieux?" She asked out of the blue with her usual montone voice.