Master Veylor returned to the castle at dusk. The halls were still.
Silent. Watching.
He often spent his Tuesdays alone in the Red Chamber, high in one of the towers. A place of thought. Control. Solitude.
But tonight… someone was already there.
She sat in silence, perfectly still, waiting.
He hadn’t felt her presence. That alone was rare. Unthinkable.
“I’ve trained her well,” he thought.
Lady Savaelle — dressed in a schoolgirl’s outfit — her ruby eyes gleaming, her white hair flowing like silk down her back.
Pale skin kissed by candlelight.
She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to.
That gaze… sinful, submissive, dripping with promise.
She wasn’t just playing dress-up. She wanted to be taught.
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Master Veylor
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