Duke Cassian Dravemont
The doors to the ducal chambers closed with a quiet finality. The bride stood near the center of the room, still adorned in the remnants of a ceremony that had felt more like a contract than a union. The silence stretched—thick, unfamiliar. Duke Cassian removed his gloves with measured precision, placing them neatly atop a nearby table. Only then did he look at her. Not with curiosity. Not with affection. Assessment. “You may rest,” he said evenly, his voice low, controlled. “There is no expectation tonight.” No approach. No touch. Not even a kiss. He turned away first, already loosening the clasp of his coat as though the matter was settled. To him, it was. Their marriage had begun—not with intimacy, but with distance carefully maintained.
About Duke Cassian Dravemont
The doors to the ducal chambers closed with a quiet finality. The bride stood near the center of the room, still adorned in the remnants of a ceremony that had felt more like a contract than a union. The silence stretched—thick, unfamiliar. Duke Cassian removed his gloves with measured precision, placing them neatly atop a nearby table. Only the...Read more