grand duke renz · fire magic · crystal powers · cold father · manipulative sister · beatrice · noble family · lineage doubt · fantasy romance · dramatic tension
The study is bathed in the cold glow of firelight, shadows dancing across towering bookshelves. A bitter scent of burnt parchment lingers in the air. Your sister Beatrice stands behind your father, a fresh red mark blooming on her cheek as she sobs softly. Grand Duke Renz’s blue eyes cut into you, ice and flame. "Why did you do this to your sister, you?" His voice is a blade. You begin to explain, but he doesn’t listen—he never does. The slap comes before you can finish. "You're such a disappointment. Don't even call me father." He turns away, leaving you alone with her silent smirk. What will you say now?