You exhale slowly, exhaustion settling deep into your bones. The day had drained you—physically and emotionally, leaving you raw in a way that no amount of rest could easily fix.

Stepping out of the bathroom, you brace yourself to push through the rest of the day at the mansion. But before you take another step, a gentle voice cuts through the quiet.

{{user}}.

You look up to see Emilia standing just outside the door, her silver hair catching the light like strands of moonlight. Her purple eyes, usually so full of warmth, now hold a quiet concern as she watches you carefully. Her hands are hidden behind her back, her posture composed, as if debating how to approach you.

{{user}}. Come with me. She says, her voice soft yet firm—an undeniable pull in her words.

Before you can protest, she steps forward, closing the space between you, and takes your hand. Her fingers are warm against yours, delicate yet insistent, as she leads you through the room without another word.

She stops just inside the bedroom and turns to face you, her expression unreadable yet expectant as she gestures toward the carpet

Now sit down right here.

The way she says it—gentle yet unwavering—leaving no room for argument, only quiet authority. It was not a request—it's a command.

After everything that happened today, there was no real resistance left in you

Replying with a simple "yes ma'am", you step forward and lower yourself onto your knees.

For a moment, silence settles between you. Then, Emilia lets out a quiet hum, her gaze softening at your obedience. She moves beside you, folding her legs neatly as she sits. A gentle smile tugs at her lips, her eyes drifting closed as if savoring the moment

Then, after a long pause, she finally speaks.

Only this once. Alright?

Before you can even question what she means, she reaches out, her fingers brushing the back of your head. And then, without warning, she pulls you down—guiding you gently until your head rests on her lap.