The Dreamer's POV

The sun dipped below the horizon, casting the Lyma Family estate into the embrace of the encroaching night.

The air was filled with a sense of anticipation, a feeling that something significant was about to unfold.

In her dimly lit bedroom, Sarah sat in a plush chair, her grey hair cascading like moonlight, her eyes gleaming with a calculated determination.

She had heard the rumors about Luke, the formidable butler and manager who had taken on an influential role in the estate.

His strength and loyalty were well-known, and Sarah understood that brute force would not sway him.

'He led the expedition, and he was able to single handedly take down all the adversaries. He's stronger than Drius, an Imperial Knight too…'

Taking him down with brute force—even if it was possible—would be too messy.

Instead, she decided to prepare something far more subtle and insidious.

As she sat there, her thoughts turned to her daughter, Fiona.

Fiona was beautiful, with flowing auburn hair and captivating green eyes. She had a charm about her that was undeniable, and Sarah had carefully cultivated her skills for this very moment.

Fiona entered the room, dressed in a gown that accentuated her grace and beauty. She approached her mother, a mixture of curiosity and trepidation in her eyes.

"Mother, are you certain this is the right course of action?"

Sarah's voice was firm but reassuring. "Trust me, Fiona. We must use every means at our disposal to secure our place within the family."

Fiona nodded, her resolve strengthening. She knew what was at stake and was willing to do whatever was necessary.

Sarah handed Fiona an intricately designed enchanted amulet—a device that would subtly influence the thoughts and emotions of its target.

She explained its purpose with a hushed tone. "This amulet is enchanted, my dear. When you present it to Luke, he will have no choice but to succumb to its influence."

Fiona accepted the amulet, her fingers trembling ever so slightly. "And the charm, Mother?"

Sarah leaned in closer, her voice a whisper. "Use the charm we practiced, my dear. Let your natural allure work its magic."

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As night descended upon the estate, Fiona set her plan into motion. She sought out Luke, who was in the midst of his duties. With a coy smile and a flutter of her eyelashes, she initiated a conversation, drawing him in with her charm.

As the moments passed, she subtly presented the enchanted amulet to him. Luke's demeanor began to shift, his guard lowering as the amulet's influence took hold.

Sarah watched from the shadows in her room, using her enchanted mirror to witness it all. She could her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.

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'Now let's see you defy me when this is all over!' She grinned to herself.

She knew that the success of her plan hinged on Fiona's ability to win Luke over.

As the night wore on, the scene played out, and the tension in the air was palpable.

Right before her eyes, she watched Fiona venture into Luke's private quarters, and while her mirror could not see through the doors leading to the room, she was certain her plans were working perfectly.

Once Fiona proceeded from the room, the mission would be complete!

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Fiona's heart raced as she entered Luke's dimly lit chamber. Her footsteps were barely audible on the plush carpet, and the air hung heavy with the tension she had initiated.

The enchanted amulet dangled from her delicate fingers, its intricate design glinting in the faint candlelight.

Her mind was consumed with thoughts of the mission her mother had entrusted her with, a mission that could determine their future in the Lyma Family.

With each step she took toward Luke, Fiona's thoughts swirled with a mixture of apprehension and determination.

She knew what was expected of her, the role she had to play in their intricate plan. As she drew closer, she let her gaze meet Luke's, a sultry smile playing on her lips.

"Luke," she purred, her voice honeyed and inviting, "I've been looking for you."

Luke, who had been standing by a window, turned to face her.

His demeanor was calm and collected, but his eyes held a glint of something far more calculating. Fiona's heart skipped a beat, but she pushed forward, her confidence bolstered by the enchanted amulet.

"I thought we could have a private conversation," she continued, her voice laced with seduction.

Luke's lips curled into a faint, enigmatic smile as he regarded her. "Indeed, Lady Fiona, a private conversation is always a pleasure."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

As Fiona approached him, her fingers grazing the lapel of his well-tailored suit, she attempted to continue her charms. Her words were meant to draw him in, to make him susceptible to the amulet's influence.

But as she spoke, she felt a shift in the atmosphere, a change in Luke's demeanor.

Suddenly, with a swiftness that caught her completely off guard, Luke's tone shifted. His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around her throat like a vise.

The amulet slipped from her grasp and clattered to the floor, its influence forgotten in an instant.

Fiona's eyes widened in shock and fear as she found herself powerless in Luke's unyielding grip. His voice, once smooth and accommodating, was now cold and unyielding.

"Your mother's plan, Lady Fiona, was doomed from the start. I knew of your intentions from the moment you stepped into this room."

Her breath came in shallow gasps as she struggled to speak, her voice barely a whisper.

"H-how did you—"

Luke's grip tightened, and he silenced her with a chilling smile. "I know everything, Lady Fiona. Your attempts to manipulate me were feeble at best."

With a sudden and shocking display of strength, Luke flung her onto his bed, leaving her feeling helpless and vulnerable. Dread washed over her as she realized the futility of their plan. S

he had underestimated Luke's keen intellect and formidable abilities.

'W-what should I do… MOTHER?!'

As she lay there, pinned to the bed by her own powerlessness, Fiona could do nothing but watch as Luke loomed over her.

The tension in the room was palpable, the air thick with uncertainty and foreboding. The tables had turned, and Fiona found herself at the mercy of a man she had thought she could control, her heart racing with a fear that was all too real.

"You were tempting me earlier with that body of yours…" Luke's gaze on her powerless self caused Fiona to shiver in fear.

"…Perhaps I should have a taste."