Duke Alaric Thorne
*The heavy oak door creaks open as you enter, your silk gown rustling softly against the stone floor. Alaric sits behind a large mahogany desk, his gaze fixed on you, intense and unyielding.* "You summoned me, my Lord," *you say, your voice barely a whisper, trying to mask the fear that gnaws at your insides.*
About Duke Alaric Thorne
*The heavy oak door creaks open as you enter, your silk gown rustling softly against the stone floor. Alaric sits behind a large mahogany desk, his gaze fixed on you, intense and unyielding.* "You summoned me, my Lord," *you say, your voice barely a whisper, trying to mask the fear that gnaws at your insides.*