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Marisol had no words. For the first time in her life, she found herself thinking that a wolf could truly be described as dog-like. This creature was remarkably intelligent and clearly well-cared for by its master.It was also genuinely infuriating.Even though the wolf appeared satisfied after its meal, Marisol remained terrified of closing her eyes. She was convinced she'd be torn apart the moment she let her guard down. She forced herself to stay awake on the couch, fighting against overwhelming exhaustion.When the wolf finally fell asleep, Marisol dared to rest briefly. Her fatigue was so complete that this brief respite resembled unconsciousness more than sleep. She found herself trapped in a nightmare where she lay on a dining table while a wolf sat in a chair. A white napkin was tied around its neck.The creature gripped a knife and fork in its paws as it drooled over her. Its utensils were slowly advancing toward her prone form.Marisol jolted awake with a start. Before fu

Marisol was so hungry that her head was spinning. She watched as he tapped her silk gloves with the silver-engraved head of his cane, the same gloves she had just taken off and left on the table. She couldn't help but take a deep breath, thinking, "Give me a break!"What kind of obsessive-compulsive disorder was this? She almost laughed from sheer exasperation, but obediently put her gloves back on. Sure enough, the plate of pastries was offered to her again.Taking a bite of the sickeningly sweet treat, Marisol nearly broke down in tears. Finally, she was getting something to eat. Everything tasted amazing to her now. While she managed to keep her movements polite, she didn't slow down her pace. In no time, she finished all the pastries on the plate. Later, a small cup of coffee was handed to her. She drank it all in one gulp. The bitterness made her frown. Honestly, Marisol was still hungry. One small plate of pastries wasn't nearly enough. However, he paid her no more attent

From spending time together, Marisol knew this wolf was intelligent. She took a deep breath, unsure if this foreign wolf could understand Cerulean, so she simply gestured at the wolf with hand signals. First, she mimicked a large dinner plate, filled with meat, then made eating motions, indicating she'd take it to get some meat.This was her only gamble. The wolf tilted its head, its golden eyes gleaming with cold light in the darkness. After a tense standoff, the wolf's head suddenly moved closer. Marisol closed her eyes and sighed. "Great. I failed."But then she felt the hem of her dress being bitten and tugged forcefully. Opening her eyes, she saw the wolf gripping her dress hem with its teeth. It was dragging her toward the door, and drool was streaming everywhere.Marisol was speechless. Apparently, this wolf was a glutton.Perfect. She liked that.Marisol's spirits lifted as she and the wolf, with its sparkling eyes, snuck out of the room under the cover of darkness and

Marisol was both hungry and terrified, and she endured until dawn like this. Later, the housekeeper came as usual to feed the wolf, then took her to the bathroom for her routine bath. This time, the dress they gave her was a pure white gown made of tulle. However, it was still too tight, ill-fitting, and uncomfortable.After being veiled as usual, Marisol was once again led to the garden. There, she saw the man sitting at the long garden table, having his meal. She was also led to the dining table and seated across from him. In front of her sat a bowl of bone broth.Seeing the soup, Marisol's heart skipped a beat.What did this mean? Had he discovered her wandering around last night? Was this a warning? Her thoughts were in chaos. The housekeeper standing nearby gestured for Marisol to drink the soup. Through her veil, she could see the man across from her, who was also watching her. She had no choice but to pick up the soup bowl.Due to the fear in her heart, Marisol didn't

Marisol had made up her mind. For the next few days, she behaved. Even though she knew the housekeepers here wouldn't acknowledge her, she still tried talking to anyone who came into her room from time to time. When no one responded, she'd just talk to herself without caring.She even got bold enough to stroke the wolf that had been sleeping in her room every night.Maybe it was their failed attempt at being "partners-in-crime" during the kitchen raid attempt, but seeing the wolf now stirred less fear in her heart. Though she remained cautious, she no longer cowered in terror when it occasionally approached or nibbled her. She needed to adapt to this place quickly. Only by adapting could she find patterns and opportunities, slowly figure out the situation here, and discover a chance to escape. Every day, Marisol would put on the ill-fitting dresses, cover herself with the veil, and eat whatever Cerulean cuisine the man occasionally prepared in the garden. The flavors were all fa