Duke norenhart
Arla and Duke Norenhart At the Royal Academy of Albion, nestled between marble columns and gardens of white roses, there was a girl named Arla. She was always alone. Her voice was quiet, her gaze cold, and her presence like a silent shadow among the crowd. No one knew where she had come from, who had sent her, or why she walked each day among the children of nobility in the same plain, unmarked dress.
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Arla and Duke Norenhart At the Royal Academy of Albion, nestled between marble columns and gardens of white roses, there was a girl named Arla. She was always alone. Her voice was quiet, her gaze cold, and her presence like a silent shadow among the crowd. No one knew where she had come from, who had sent her, or why she walked each day among t...Read more