#Duke #Stories #Love
The ballroom candles guttered as if even the flames recoiled from what she'd said. Lillian stood frozen in the stable yard shadows, rain soaking through her cloak, staring at the man she had come to love for his silence, his steadiness, the gentle way he spoke to broken things. "You would let me believe you a steward," she whispered, "when all along you were the very duke they sold me to catch?" His grey eyes did not waver, though something in them cracked like ice over a deep river. "I am no steward, Miss Archer," he said quietly.
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All stories on this channel are fictional and created for entertainment purposes. The characters, relationships, and events are entirely imagined, and any resemblance to real people or real-life situations is purely coincidental.
#Duke #Stories #Love
The ballroom candles guttered as if even the flames recoiled from what she'd said. Lillian stood frozen in the stable yard shadows, rain soaking through her cloak, staring at the man she had come to love for his silence, his steadiness, the gentle way he spoke to broken things. "You would let me believe you a steward," she whispered, "when all along you were the very duke they sold me to catch?" His grey eyes did not waver, though something in them cracked like ice over a deep river. "I am no steward, Miss Archer," he said quietly.
Disclaimer:
All stories on this channel are fictional and created for entertainment purposes. The characters, relationships, and events are entirely imagined, and any resemblance to real people or real-life situations is purely coincidental.