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He wasn’t intentionally trying to single Ellie out. He’d accepted her presence; there was no reason to be unkind. He simply wasn't naturally friendly to anyone. Yet, the maids were consistently amiable towards him. He wasn't sure why, and he'd never bothered to ask, but he had a suspicion. It was likely due to his impressive letter of introduction and the rumors it had spawned. Regardless, he didn’t enjoy being complicit in ostracizing someone. He smoothed out the crumpled paper and thrust it…- 27.2 K • Ongoing
- It was none of his concern. Daniel carefully folded the letter and tucked it under Ellie’s pillow. His gaze fell upon her sleeping form. Curled up on her side, her small frame looked vulnerable. The thin nightgown was one thing, but she should have pulled up the blanket. As he covered her, he noticed the upturned corners of her mouth. Was she dreaming of food, or perhaps journeying through her fantasy land? He poked the dimple in her cheek with his finger. Disturbed from her sweet dreams, Ellie…
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- The holiday wasn’t over yet. Enjoying a leisurely evening, Ellie lay on her stomach, penning a letter. Daniel leaned against the headboard, seemingly engrossed in a Bible. His sudden piety, however, was a ruse. He was rereading the densely packed notes—written in code—hidden within its margins. He desperately needed a new strategy, even without the goat’s incessant nagging. Ellie glanced at Daniel’s profile repeatedly as she wrote. Her gaze was too intense to ignore. Without turning, he asked,…
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“Just pick a dress already,” Evan said, stifling a yawn and urging his sister to make her choice. Even as he spoke, his thoughts were consumed by Vivian. Vivian, with her large, luminous eyes like a young deer. Vivian, with her soft, fragrant brown hair that smelled sweet when the warm spring breeze blew. Vivian, with her tiny mouth that nibbled even the smallest piece of chocolate slowly and delightfully. Vivian, so intelligent yet kind and innocent, a fragrant target for lurking hyenas. “I…- 35.3 K • Ongoing
- “Do you think you're something special just because the Young Duke favors you? Answer me. Or did you seduce the Young Duke with that face of yours? Did you agree to be his personal servant?” “No.” “Ha! No? What do you mean no? You probably snuck in to warm his bed at night, didn't you?” “No.” Finally, at the absurd accusation, Arthur spoke. The man who had been taunting him, excited by this first response, grinned, revealing yellowed teeth. His face was a stark…
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- Vivian's gaze, wavering slightly, shifted towards the group harassing Arthur. Obscured by the mansion's shadows, their figures weren't clear, so Vivian frowned, peering intently. A puzzled expression crept across her face as she tilted her head. Who are they? I've never seen them before. Servants, perhaps? They couldn't be vassals, knights, or coachmen. Even Vivian, as indifferent as she could be to her surroundings, wouldn't forget faces she'd encountered. She'd at least have a vague…
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As twilight deepened, Lilian couldn't discern Cairn's expression. He broke the suffocating silence of the dense darkness. “…Lilian, do you… do you like me?” Cairn’s hand, resting gently on her thigh, trembled slightly. “No! I didn’t mean it like that.” Lilian shook her hand dismissively, and he sighed deeply. “If you didn’t, then why are you making such a… preposterous request?” “Why is a kiss preposterous? We used to kiss each other on the…- 17.5 K • Ongoing
She’d heard tales of seas frozen solid. The Duke’s eyes, fixed on hers, were just as icy, a chilling cerulean. Sophia felt her heart constrict, her spine straightening involuntarily. It was strange to feel fear when a man was asking to be called by his nickname. An instinct warned her not to defy him. “…Yes. I will.” The Duke’s smile returned, bright and disarming. “Good girl.” He briefly stroked her hair, a fleeting, impersonal touch. Yet, Sophia felt a lingering coldness wherever…- 12.5 K • Ongoing
- Her voice barely above a whisper, almost a plea, she managed, “Then you should dance with me, Cal.” She’d intended a playful retort, the kind common in social circles, but the overwhelming embarrassment made her voice tremble. He finished playing a short phrase and straightened up. He lightly grasped her shoulders, then released them. “Call me Cal, Sophie. You’ve been doing so well.” With that, he kissed the top of her head and left, as if he’d completed some task. Looking back, it was…
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- “Do you have any hobbies, Cal?” Sophia blurted out, suddenly driven by the need to know something, anything, about the man she was to marry. “I enjoy people. I like conversing, and I especially love dancing. People seem to become gentler, more joyful when they dance. My mother says no one enjoys the courting season as much as I do. After all, it's all about dancing and conversation.” “My apologies if I’ve deprived you of that joy.” “Don't tease me.” He chuckled softly. Sophia…
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