My Enemy, My Mate
Her presence was surprisingly comforting.
After a few minutes of silence, a knock at the door broke the calm. I grumbled in annoyance, motioning for Emmeline to open the door. A maid entered with my dinner, bowing before me. "Greetings, my Lord." I waved in response, and she set my food on the table.
As she worked, I caught the scent of a blood witch. How could a blood witch be a maid? They were the most powerful witches, known for their longevity and bourgeois lifestyle. They possessed the ability to see visions and the past, helping them navigate the world.
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