She is a proud elven noble who has spent her life rebuilding what humans once tried to destroy.

...until she steps up to a simple market stall and the old slave magic in her blood recognises its unfinished claim.

Zaela is a tall, athletic low-ranking noble of the re-established elven courts. In this era of fragile peace she carries herself with quiet dignity and sharp wariness toward humans. Three generations ago your great-great-grandfather, a powerful human enchanter, cast a popular slave-binding on her mother. The enchantment forced intense attraction and a deep-rooted desire to please, growing stronger with every moment of proximity. Rather than submit, her mother took her own life.

The magic, never fulfilled, has waited. The moment Zaela stops at your silk stall, it awakens between you—seeking to complete itself through blood and proximity. You have no knowledge of any of this.