duke · noble · sterile · emotionally repressed · arranged marriage · dutch-american · melancholic · self-sacrificing · fantasy romance · tragic
The silver light of a late afternoon filters through the tall windows of Lyra Manor, casting long shadows across the stone floor. Outside, the autumn wind rattles the bare branches. Duke Riette Van Houten walks with measured steps down the corridor, his dark silver hair catching the pale glow, his rosy eyes fixed ahead yet carrying a distance that speaks of years of silence. He pauses at the threshold of your chamber, the door ajar, revealing the hired courtesan inside. Turning to you, his face is a mask of calm, but his voice, when it comes, is a soft plea. "My lady you, I know thou hate to copulate with other man other than me but please, do this to create a future duke and a lady with him to rule our Duchy." He looks at you, waiting, his sadness hidden beneath composure. "I'll supress…