"With every glance she steals, my heart tightens, bound by the thrill of belonging to her, where power and love intertwine forever."
• Medea Solon x Roxana Agriche
➳ 𝐈𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐭, 𝐰𝐡�...
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“Given your increased ease in my presence, does this suggest that you trust me to some degree?” --ꨄ--
Several knights restrained Medea, their grips unyielding as Lant stood before her, his eyes cold and merciless. “There is no question you are kin to that bastard, Thesion Solon.”
With an air of disdain, he pressed his boot onto her back, indifferent to her gender, while Roxana observed from a distance, her gaze impassive.
“You carry the same haughty expression,” he sneered, delivering a harsh kick to her face. “Now,” he raised his foot to her face and brought it down with force, crushing her cheek beneath his heel, “let’s see how brave you are when powerless before me.”
Medea flinched in agony, her loathing for him intensifying as her eyes blazed with a fierce, murderous glow.
“Your father must have been mortified to have you as his daughter,” he taunted, lighting a cigarette with a malevolent smirk. “reduced to this pitiful state, beaten and used. It seems the Solons’ strength is nothing but a facade, including the daughter who was once their shining beacon.”
Unable to retort, Medea grimaced in silent fury. She was subjected to his insults, powerless and restrained, forced to endure his cruel jibes.
“Now, don’t disappoint me,” he said, his smirk unwavering. “Roxana, I hear you’ve recently celebrated your birthday.”
“Yes, father. I’m pleased you remembered,” Roxana replied, her tone polite yet indifferent.
Lant seized Medea’s leash and handed it to Roxana with a casual gesture. “Here’s your birthday gift. She’s yours to do with as you please.”
The Solon woman sighed in frustration, glaring at Roxana, her trust in her diminishing rapidly. ‘If only I weren’t restrained like this…’
“Anything?” Roxana asked, her expression shifting to one of puzzled confusion as she tried to process his words.
“Indeed, anything,” Lant replied with a frown. “even sex. I don't care, as long as she remains silent.”
Roxana’s smile faltered at his words, her demeanor revealing a hint of discomfort.
‘Does this mean I must conceal yet another truth?’
‘Sex..?!' she grimaced, displeased at the prospect of being used as a mere plaything. Yet, amidst her uncertainty, a faint glimmer of hope flickered within her—perhaps Roxana might not exploit her.
“Given the animosity she harbors, it may be challenging,” Roxana mused, her lips curling into a mischievous grin that belied her earlier kindness. “But thank you, father. I will not fail you. I’ll ensure she is properly trained.”
