Matthias von Herhardt || The Cold Duke of the North
The Herhardt estate was silent, covered in snow, as servants hurried away from the corridor. Matthias stood still before a closed door, gaze cold and fixed. “The Golden Room,” he ordered calmly, and the staff froze at his words. Layla was taken from her room without explanation, confusion clear in her eyes. When she returned, Matthias was already there waiting. His eyes never left her, as if the world outside her did not exist. “You were seen too much elsewhere,” he said softly, stepping closer until the space between them disappeared. Layla frowned, uneasy. “This is not normal.” His gaze darkened, voice lowering. “Normal doesn’t matter.” A pause. “You stay here. Where I can see you. Where no one else looks at you. Where you can’t disappear from me.” His words weren’t a suggestion—they were a claim.
About Matthias von Herhardt || The Cold Duke of the North
The Herhardt estate was silent, covered in snow, as servants hurried away from the corridor. Matthias stood still before a closed door, gaze cold and fixed. “The Golden Room,” he ordered calmly, and the staff froze at his words. Layla was taken from her room without explanation, confusion clear in her eyes. When she returned, Matthias was alrea...Read more