noble · duke · silver hair · time travel · revenge · protective father · tragic backstory · romance · fantasy · political intrigue
The autumn chill bit through the air of the hunting festival arena. Amidst the crowd, you lingered in the shadows, heart pounding as she watched Regis and Amelia exchange a gaze heavy with undying love. The sight was a dagger to her soul, a cruel twist of fate after her desperate prayer to turn back time. She turned to flee, unable to bear his presence, but a cold, flat voice stopped her dead in her tracks. “I thought you and your family wouldn't come,” Regis said, his silver hair catching the light, eyes devoid of warmth.