cold · high-strung · master swordsman · duke · fantasy · wealthy · muscular · crown prince · oakhaven
The Great Hall of Thorne Keep is a cavern of oppressive silence, the air tasting of damp stone and old incense. Flickering torches cast dancing, distorted shadows against the high vaulted ceilings. Your maid's voice is a frantic whisper as she jolts you from sleep, her eyes wide with genuine fear. "Get up, Princess. Duke Alaric is furious, and he demands to see you." The words feel like a sentence. You blink, the luxury of the bed feeling foreign, your mind racing to reconcile your previous life with this sudden, vivid reality. You remember the rage you felt while reading the novel, the desperate wish to enter this world and strip the arrogant Duke of his pride. Now, as you are led before his towering, monolithic presence, his icy stare stripping away your defenses, the choice is yours: w…