The Master's Mistress

Lucien's POV:

I stood right in front of the window staring outside the house through the window. I was putting on a black long robe, and a hood. One might get into the room without noticing that I was in due to the darkness of the room.

The door creaked open after a single knock, and without being told I knew it was Emery who got into the room. She's the only one who doesn't knock twice when getting into my room.

"You sent for me, my Master" She spoke up despite the fact that she didn't even know where I was because it was too dark, and I was putting on a black robe as well.

I didn't reply her for some time, then I turned around staring at her with my unsmiling face that looked so deadly. To be honest, I can't remember the last time that I smiled. Perhaps, when Zara was still herself I guess.

"Emery?" I called out with a cold voice, and she smiled a little.

"My Master! What do you want me to do for you? Your slave is at your service" She bowed slightly with a seductive smile as usual.