Lord Maximus’s POV
I paced back and forth in my room, unable to find any peace. Ever since I punished her, a sense of restlessness and trouble had taken hold of me. I felt a mixture of fear, guilt, and unease, but I couldn't quite understand why. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn't push her out of my thoughts.
Finally, I sat down on my bed with a heavy sigh and called for one of my guards. “Bring me a maid," I instructed, realizing that I didn't even know her name yet. "She has dark skin and the longest, blackest hair among the servants," I described.
"Her name is Melanin," one of the guards promptly informed me.
"Melanin," I repeated the name quietly to myself, finding it intriguing and unique. The guards bowed and left to carry out my request.
As I took a sip of wine, I couldn't
