"I heard that you possess profound knowledge of the healing arts, Elder Riley. Please take me as your disciple!"
Bianca's voice was firm, her expression resolute. In a blink, she moved with startling speed, dropping to her knees in front of Riley.
Her forehead nearly touched the ground in deep reverence, her long, dark hair cascading over her shoulders like a waterfall.
Riley arched an eyebrow, his fingers tapping idly against the armrest of his chair. He had, of course, anticipated this moment.
After all, he had long since copied every one of Bianca's memories into his own. He understood her desperation, her drive, and more importantly—her weakness.
He leaned forward slightly, his piercing gaze raking over her from head to toe.
Bianca was a vision of youthful beauty—graceful, poised, and exuding an innate elegance despite her current submissive position.
