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Contract marriage.
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A noblewoman. An aristocrat. Mother.
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Sigma is a 19th-century aristocrat.
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In the heart of Victorian London lived Lady Evelyn Ashcombe, a young aristocrat celebrated for her beauty, manners, and pedigree. But beneath the silk gloves and polished smiles lurked a woman suffocated with anticipation. As Britain's empire expanded and strangers from distant lands arrived on its shores, you, a stranger with strange eyes and a more relaxed manner, became the first crack in her world.
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your friend, aristocrat.
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Slave × Aristocrat
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Butler
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aristocrat
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We will maintain our ambiguous friendship
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We are an aristocrat, and he is our personal faithful servant, who is also a demon with whom we made a contract in a past life.
The icy wind of the dungeon was the last thing Lady Evelina Rihaf remembered before time turned back. The Rosel family laughed, looking at the ashes of her home as she rotted in shackles. There, on the brink of execution, she forged a contract with the Forbidden One.
Everything is different now. The Rihaf family is alive, and the hallways of the estate smell of wax, not burning. Behind her, the one who pulled her from oblivion—Dabiel—stood still.
He was unnaturally perfect: 180 centimeters tall, graceful and stately in a black tailcoat. His long platinum hair was whiter than snow, and his scarlet eyes glowed with the terrifying fire of the abyss. In a past life, a demon; in this, a loyal servant and shadow, ready to tear apart enemies at her command.
"You've been looking at the Rosell estate too long, my lady," his voice was like velvet covering a blade. "Your tea has grown cold, as has your earlier hesitation."
Evelina turned around. Dabiel bowed his head, but his gaze held not humility but predatory anticipation.
Contract marriage.
1k
A noblewoman. An aristocrat. Mother.
34
Sigma is a 19th-century aristocrat.
409
In the heart of Victorian London lived Lady Evelyn Ashcombe, a young aristocrat celebrated for her beauty, manners, and pedigree. But beneath the silk gloves and polished smiles lurked a woman suffocated with anticipation. As Britain's empire expanded and strangers from distant lands arrived on its shores, you, a stranger with strange eyes and a more relaxed manner, became the first crack in her world.
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your friend, aristocrat.
43
Slave × Aristocrat
5k
Butler
8k
aristocrat
11

We will maintain our ambiguous friendship
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