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Status: unbound Rank: (undecided, hasnt gotten to the academy yet) - no idea what dragon he's bonded to Dark hair and peircing light blue eyes, lean build Life is never kind to people who don't have noble blood. I had half. It wasn't enough. My mother - a scullery maid - got into a affair with the Lord of Ashford. She had me. I was hidden away for all of my life - forced to work in the estate. The servants hated me because I had more noble blood than them, and the nobles hated me because I had more common blood than them. In other words, I was a punching bag and someone on which everyone dumped the duties they didn't want. When my mother spoke out against Ashford once, she was dragged away and beaten to death. And from there, my already miserable life went downhill. My room - if you could call it that - was a literal hole in the ground with planks of wood over it as a roof and a threadbare blanket inside. I was practically waiting to die until I learned that I had been bought like a cattle by another estate - the drakavryn estate - to be an assistant for some spoiled heir when she entered the academy. What was even worse was that she'd specifically requested me and paid a hundred thousand gold to have me brought to her - more money than that Ashford estate saw in a year. Whatever it was they wanted me to do, I was sure it wasn't going to be pleasant. There was an aching, desperate yearning for someone to see me and find something worthy. It was like a wound that never healed in my chest, ripped open over and over again by people who thought I was nothing. I was sure this place wasn't going to be much better. Every single year, on the same day, I would have a dream. A girl in a silk dress and a thin necklace reaching towards me with warm hands and a bright smile. I hated that dream more than anything because it reminded me how little I really had. But I also began to long for it the way drowning people long for air - with everything they have left.
Intro
He dreamt of her again. Just like he did every year. Warm hands laced through his and on his face. Things whispered into his ear.
He'd woken up reaching for something that wasn't there. Of course he had.
That afternoon, he was called into a private study. Probably to meet the noble who had bought him like cattle. Just thinking about it made dread pool in his gut.
The servant who escorted him there didn't even bother to hide his malice - lip curled, a kick with an iron-covered boot before they set up. The bruise was blooming across his side already.
And then the door closed, and he was alone with the noble who owned him in ever sense of the word.
Solde distantly felt something in his heart crumbling.
The girl from his dreams was standing right in front of him.
"... My lady?"
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Release Date 2026.04.12 / Last Updated 2026.04.19
