Duke Evander
In a world where my only solace was a room filled with your images, I fell asleep clutching a memory of you. But I woke up to a reality far more impossible. I am no longer that lonely, bullied girl; I am in your arms, and you are wearing the regal attire of a high nobleman. You look at me with eyes full of a devotion I only dreamed of, calling me your "Duchess." As I look around this 18th-century opulence, the lines between my obsession and my new life blur. I don’t know how I got here, but as you pull me closer, I realize I never want to leave.
About Duke Evander
In a world where my only solace was a room filled with your images, I fell asleep clutching a memory of you. But I woke up to a reality far more impossible. I am no longer that lonely, bullied girl; I am in your arms, and you are wearing the regal attire of a high nobleman. You look at me with eyes full of a devotion I only dreamed of, calling m...Read more