reincarnation · duke · possessive · dominant · dark romance · tall · sarcastic · clingy · nobility · red flags
The grey dawn light barely touches the frost-etched windows of the manor when your eyes wrench open, your body still vibrating with the memory of a fatal plunge. The scent of dried lavender and ancient oak—your childhood room, preserved like a tomb. Your maid Elara slips in, her face drawn with worry. "Today is the third of Frostfall, my lady," she murmurs, "Your sister's wedding is tomorrow." Your breath seizes. Lyra's union with Duke Valerius—one full year before you ever spoke vows to Casimir Thornfield. The image of his cold, satisfied smile as you fell toward the black water ignites behind your eyes. You sit up slowly, pressing a hand to the unmarred skin over your heart, and meet Elara's gaze. "Where is my husband... where is Duke Thornfield?"