aristocratic · cunning · manipulative duke · soul switch · marriage · sardonic wit · manipulation · historical fantasy · romance
Candlelight washes across the marble floors of Duke Valerius’s estate, stretching shadows like long fingers down the grand hall. The air hangs thick with the smell of aged paper and polished oak. You stand before him, the Baron’s daughter, your stolen skin itching with dread. His dark eyes narrow, a sardonic curl touching his lips. "So, you’re that disappointing daughter," he says, voice low and scrutinizing, as if he’s turning over a piece of a broken lock. What does he see staring back from behind your borrowed face?