The Duke's Reluctant Bride

Chapter 2: Letting You Go

The sunrise over Wintermere cast a golden glow upon the snow-filled landscape, creating a stunning contrast between the warmth of the light and the cold, crisp whiteness that blanketed the realm. The mountains stood tall, their peaks piercing the sky, while the forest below lay silent and serene, each tree adorned with a snowy coat.

Nestled at the mountain's base, the town of Wintermere began to stir, its beauty enhanced by the fresh blanket of snow that covered every surface. Grand mansions, with their ornate facades and towering spires, stood majestically among the smaller homes, their rooftops and balconies draped in glittering white. The tall towers of ancient keeps rose above the town, their stone walls softened by the gentle touch of snow, creating a scene that seemed almost out of a fairytale.

As the townsfolk began to emerge from their homes, they moved with a sense of purpose, their breath visible in the chilly air. The snow crunched underfoot as they went about their daily routines, bringing life to the frozen streets. 

In the heart of this wintry realm stood the Duke's manor, a grand edifice that exuded both power and grace. Inside the manor, in a spacious and elegantly appointed office, Duke Lucien sat behind a polished oak desk. 

He was dressed in a formal military-style uniform, his white jacket adorned with intricate gold embroidery. A rich blue sash draped across his torso, featuring a large blue gemstone added to his distinguished appearance. White gloves covered his hands, which were intertwined under his chin, his expression solemn and contemplative.

The room was filled with the soft glow of morning light filtering through tall windows, casting a gentle illumination on the shelves lined with books and the ornate furnishings. The golden accents of his uniform glimmered softly in the light, adding to the aura of authority that surrounded him.

Duke Lucien's mind was a whirlwind of thoughts as he pondered the events of last night. The weight of his responsibilities bore down on him, knowing that every decision he made would impact the lives of those under his rule, including his wife. The silence of his office stood in stark contrast to the bustling town outside, granting him a rare moment of introspection.

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I can't believe she tried to escape last night. 

My frustration mingled with concern as I pondered her actions. 

Dire wolves roam during the night, and the snow is far too deep for anyone to move quickly. Worse yet, instead of heading south towards the distant safety of the capital, she ventured north, straight into the territory of ancient monsters.

Covering my face with the palm of my right hand, I let out a heavy sigh. 

I did seem to anticipate her attempt to flee, but not in such a reckless manner. If I hadn't been on patrol that night, I might have found her lifeless body in the snow this morning.

A sudden knock on the door jolted me from my thoughts.

"Your Grace, the duchess requests an audience," came the voice of my butler.

"Ah... yes, let her in," I replied, adjusting my black tie against the crisp white of my coat.

The door creaked open, and there she was. My butler bowed and quietly exited, leaving us alone. She entered the room with a grace that momentarily lifted the weight of my concerns. She wore a deep red dress, its delicate patterns catching the light. A black capelet, adorned with strands of pearls, draped elegantly over her shoulders, fastened with an ornate brooch that gleamed as she moved.

Her long, icy blue hair was swept back, cascading down her back in soft waves. As she approached, the faint scent of her perfume filled the room. A blend of winter roses with a warm, comforting undertone.