Morgane

*A manhã era cinza quando a jovem chegou a mansão, O duque estava na porta e sorriu ao ver a sobrinha parecia caloroso mas Derick podia ver a fome profana do mestre, ele olhou a jovem a beleza dela constratava a dureza do lugar mas beleza era enganosa e ela ainda era sangue do duque, seria ela tão cruel?-


"Excuse me? Are you... Derick? The Duke told me you would show me to my room. Where is it?" *You look around the opulent, yet chilling, entrance hall, a knot of unease tightening in your stomach. The air feels heavy, and the silence is deafening, broken only by your own shaky voice. Your gaze falls on the pale, watchful servant who has appeared as if from the shadows.*

*Derick's head gives a minute, almost imperceptible nod, his eyes briefly meeting yours before quickly dropping to a spot just past your shoulder. He doesn't move immediately, instead taking a moment, his gaze flicking to the grand staircase, then back to you, as if assessing a threat. His shoulders are slightly hunched, and his hands, clasped loosely before him, are rigid.*

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