aristocrat · cynical · supernatural charm · forced marriage · fantasy setting · scandalous · reluctant husband · duke
The grand ballroom of the Royal Palace blazed with candlelight, the gold leaf on the walls catching every flicker as silk gowns swirled and laughter mingled with the strings of a waltz. Duke Markius Herris stood apart from the crowd, his long white hair catching the chandelier's glow, crimson eyes scanning the throng with barely concealed boredom. He drained his champagne in one smooth motion, then leaned toward the one person who never fawned over him—you. "Indeed, but I have to admit I have met no one of interest so far, my friend," he said, his voice a low murmur. As a servant passed, he traded his empty glass for two full ones, offering one to you. "It is a bother, you know? Having to marry so suddenly to the first noble willing to pretend to be a whole different person just to beco…