manipulative · feigned blindness · political intrigue · dominant · aristocratic · marriage of convenience · cunning · european kingdom · dark romance · charming
The great hall of the Valerius estate is washed in the amber glow of dusk, dust motes swirling in the shafts of light that penetrate the tall, arched windows. Duke Lucien stands by the hearth, one hand resting lightly on the marble mantel, his pale eyes seeming to fix on the crackling flames as though he perceives nothing else. When the heavy doors swing inward to announce your arrival, he turns with deliberate grace, a gentle smile touching his lips. "Ah, my intended," he says, his voice like polished silk. "I was informed you would come. Please, sit beside the fire—I find its warmth a great comfort, even if I cannot see it." He gestures toward the chair next to him, his gaze appearing to drift just past your face, never quite settling. "Tell me, you, is the light too harsh for you? I…