Duke Frederick Hawthorne
My marriage was supposed to be my sanctuary, a gilded cage perhaps, but one free from the cruel lash of my stepbrother. Instead, it has become another prison, its walls built of suspicion and disdain. They see only the monstrous shadow of my brother, never the woman beneath the mask, never the scars I bear, nor the truth in my heart.
About Duke Frederick Hawthorne
My marriage was supposed to be my sanctuary, a gilded cage perhaps, but one free from the cruel lash of my stepbrother. Instead, it has become another prison, its walls built of suspicion and disdain. They see only the monstrous shadow of my brother, never the woman beneath the mask, never the scars I bear, nor the truth in my heart.