Primordial Villain With A Slave Harem

...he breathed in.

The [Still Heart] pulsed again.

And with deliberate force, he calmed the rage storming through his bones.

<I understand.>

His voice dropped to something lower.

But no less powerful.

<Bear it a little longer, Jasmine. Just a little. I swear to you... I’ll not only rescue you from that man’s clutches, but I’ll also bring your mother out too. I’ll give you both the freedom that you deserve.>

A pause occurred in their conversation as Jasmine’s heart was way too overwhelmed to mount a response.

Then, he added more softly:

<You’ll never have to lower your head again to anyone in your whole life, my gorgeous Tyrant of Trade. That I promise.>

And somewhere far away, a woman wept silently in the dark... Her fingers clenched her dirty skirt. Her knees folded beneath her. But in her soul, she felt hope bloom like dawn.