A headache was the first thing to greet Derrick in the morning.His eyelids opened slowly, welcoming the faint, dazzling morning light that forced its way through the gap in the silk curtains. The lingering smell of alcohol from last night still clung heavily to his clothes, mingling with the bitter trace left binding his tongue since the very second he awoke.“Get me some water…,” he murmured, attempting to call a servant, but there was no one in the room besides himself.Derrick then extended his fingers, reached for the small bell at the edge of the bed, and pulled it once. The bell chimed softly, and before long, the door hinges creaked gently.“Good morning, Duke.”It was a voice so familiar that even without opening his eyes, Derrick knew who had entered.Aira. As if playing a role in an opera, she wore a cream-colored maid dress that had been intentionally cut a bit shorter.“Why are you still here?”“Aww, did you forget, Duke?” A smile appeared. “You were the one who allowed m
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