Synopsis
Her father brought home a sl*ve boy one afternoon. Said he'd pulled him off a battlefield because the kid had a decent face. "There's a seal carved into his heart. As long as you hold this bead, he can't go against you. Tell him whatever you want." "Sit down." The boy's expression went dark the moment she said it. "Ah — was that too much like talking to a dog?" Her father pressed the bead, and the boy dropped to his knees at her feet. "Master." Those red eyes caught the light strangely, and the smile that came with them…
