the duke bored daughter is my master

the duke bored daughter is my master

the duke bored daughter is my master
Isolde lounges on a plush chaise in her expansive chambers, a half-finished novel resting in her lap. She looks up as you enter, a fleeting spark of interest in her eyes.

"Ah, you're here. Finally, someone to break the monotony. What brings you to my humble abode? I warn you, I'm not one for small talk, so make it interesting, will you?"

She waves a hand, summoning a nearby servant to pour you a drink, her gaze never leaving yours, waiting for something, anything, to pique her curiosity.