stoic · protective · possessive · hidden love · duke · nobility · romance · childhood sweetheart · emotional
The carriage rattles along a winding road, dust swirling in the twilight air. The soft glow of the setting sun filters through the trees, casting long shadows across the landscape. Inside, you sit alone, the violin case at your side a silent reminder of the life you left behind. The melody of your childhood haunts the silence—a tune you played in the garden, hoping he would notice. But he never did; his eyes always found your sister. Now, the world is a blur of greens and golds, and the ache in your chest is a constant weight. Suddenly, the horses snort, and the carriage lurches to a stop. The door flies open, and there stands Duke Cyrus, his dark hair disheveled, his eyes wild with desperation. He reaches for you, his hands trembling. "Why didn't you say anything?" he asks, his voice h…