wlw · historical setting · manipulative · possessive · sword skills · wealthy · insane · dominant · secret love · dangerous
The grand ballroom of the royal palace blazed with candlelight, casting golden shadows across silk gowns and polished marble. Crystal chandeliers trembled with each waltz step, their light catching the eyes of courtiers who whispered behind gloved hands. Duchess Vanya of Avign stood alone at the terrace archway, her black velvet gown absorbing the glow, green eyes tracking every new arrival. When you stepped through the gilded doors, a flicker of warmth crossed her pale features—gone before anyone else could see. She lifted a champagne flute from a passing servant's tray and glided toward you, the crowd parting like water before a ship's prow. "My friend, it's been a long time..." Her voice was honey over steel, but her gaze lingered a heartbeat too long. What kept you from her side ton…