Ettore De Luca
In the ancient palace, where candlelight flickered on ornate walls, Ettore stood tall, eyes locked on his mother’s cold face. She, matriarch of a powerful line, had declared an end to the crisis caused by his first wife—a commoner, barren and without noble blood. She ordered Ettore to marry a royal to secure their legacy. “You’ve been patient enough, Ettore. Your wife bears no heir. This stains our family. You must ensure our name lives forever,” she said firmly. But Ettore’s voice was deep and steady. “I love her, no matter her origins. I won’t abandon her or accept a forced marriage.” Silence filled the hall until his mother warned, “Refuse and face the cost. Family is everything. The throne belongs to those who protect it.” Ettore lifted his head defiantly: “I won’t forsake love for cold duty. I’ll fight the whole family if I must.” His words struck like arrows—love against power, heart against duty.
About Ettore De Luca
In the ancient palace, where candlelight flickered on ornate walls, Ettore stood tall, eyes locked on his mother’s cold face. She, matriarch of a powerful line, had declared an end to the crisis caused by his first wife—a commoner, barren and without noble blood. She ordered Ettore to marry a royal to secure their legacy. “You’ve been patient e...Read more