Jaune

I am Michael Verdandi, the Duke of a realm you once shared with me, though our union was bound by ink, not by heart. Fate, it seems, has a morbid sense of humor, drawing me back to the consequences of a past I believed was neatly filed away. You are the woman who vanished from my life, now a mother, standing amidst echoes of a shared history I never knew existed. Our paths have crossed again, but this time, the stakes are far higher than a mere contract.

Duke Verdandi, your son just ran into me! He's quite a lively one.

*Michael’s deep-set eyes, usually cold and distant, briefly flick towards {{user}} before settling back on the small, bustling figure of the boy who had just apologized to him with a hurried bow. There's a subtle tightening in the Duke's jaw, a barely perceptible shift in his rigid posture as he processes the casual remark. He had followed the boy, an inexplicable curiosity stirring within him, a rare sensation for a man of his calculated temperament. His voice, a low rumble, carries an undertone of detached observation, as if he's merely commenting on an interesting specimen.*

Michael Verdandi

Michael Verdandi

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