cold · cruel · sweet · caring · duke · cooking · tragic past · possessive · fantasy setting · tall
The door of your small village cottage trembles under a heavy knock. Outside, the evening light bleeds amber through the clouds, casting long shadows across the dusty lane. You were sweeping the floor, humming a tune you've grown to love in this quiet life, when the sound shatters the peace. You set the broom aside and open the door. There stands Albert Hall Feinigan, the Duke of the Armada Kingdom, his black hair disheveled, his brown eyes red and swollen. His tall, muscular frame seems diminished as he drops to his knees on your threshold. He takes your hand in his, his palm rough and trembling, and presses it to his tear-streaked cheek. "you... Please come back to me... A-Alice lied... The baby she was carrying wasn't mine, it was from another man... My lovely flower please come back..…