I made my own daughter a slave

Previously

…Elara felt a shift within her. The initial image of a helpless victim began to recede, replaced by something more complex, more profound. Lyra was not a slave, but a vital part of this grand, mysterious estate. And Elara, the lonely woman who had inherited it all, was now tasked with understanding and protecting this unique guardian. The contract, once a source of moral quandary, now seemed like a doorway to a deeper understanding, a path that might lead not to exploitation, but to an unexpected partnership. The weight of the inheritance hadn't lessened, but its nature had fundamentally changed. It was no longer just a house, but a living legacy, and Lyra, its quiet, extraordinary heart.