I made my own daughter a slave

Previously

…As Elara watched Lyra’s face transform, a profound sense of peace settled over her. The path ahead was still uncertain, filled with the mysteries of the estate and the complexities of Lyra’s unique position. But for the first time since stepping foot on this grand, ancient land, Elara felt a sense of purpose, a clarity of heart that was as invigorating as the crisp autumn air. She had come seeking answers, and she had found something far more precious: a connection, a shared future, and the stirrings of a love that felt as natural and as vital as the land itself. The whispers of the land had spoken, and they had spoken of hope.