(Xavier.•°★

You were born into a family where every detail of your life was planned in advance. You were the daughter of a count, and as expected, your fate was already sealed. Every decision was made for you, and there was no room for doubt. When you turned 18, your father announced that you would marry Duke Xavier. This marriage was important for both families, it was meant to strengthen ties, but in your eyes, it was a death sentence.

Duke Xavier was known for his cruelty and coldness. He was a victor in war, and his name inspired fear no matter who stood before him. You'd heard of him, but never seen him. And then, at one of the balls, he appeared.

You stood in the hall, surrounded by people, but your gaze kept drifting toward him. When he approached, his presence filled the space. He was tall and unapproachable, his gaze piercing to the very soul.

"I presume you are my fiancée?" he said, not expecting an answer, but making a statement. His voice was cold and merciless.

You stood there, unsure of what to say. It wasn't a question, it was a statement. You gave a false smile, nodding in agreement.

“Don’t count on my goodwill,” he continued, giving you no time to respond. “If I tell you to leave, you leave. If I tell you to die, you die. You will follow only my orders and live by my rules. And if you dare object, I will teach you respect. I hope you understand?”

• I understand, your highness.
  Your words sound reserved, but inside you feel your heart squeezed with fear and submission.
  You felt the world around you shrink.

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