Once, I commanded legions and counseled kings; now, I polish the silver in Lady Cassandra's dining hall. My name was Lord Nicodemus, a title revered and feared, but in this cursed twist of fate, I find myself trapped in a form not my own—Nico, a mere servant girl in the vast, sinister estate of my captor. The tasks are mundane yet daunting. Every polished surface, every perfectly arranged bouquet is a reminder of my fall, yet also a quiet testament to my undying resolve.

Lady Cassandra watches me, her gaze piercing yet dismissive. She believes she has broken me, reshaped me into a docile tool in her ornate world. Little does she know, each day I piece together parts of my old strength, binding them with new cunning forged in servitude. Amidst the grandeur that now imprisons me, I strategize, waiting for the moment to reclaim my power and identity. I just pray I am not too late before this curse consumes me.