I won't recognize you anymore

I won't recognize you anymore

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5 years have past after the disappearance of the Grand Dukes wife. It was an arranged marriage back then, between the most powerful families from Eslotaintis Empire. "Don't get your hopes up darling, even if we are married I will never lay a finger on you." This was the first sentence that came out of Lucas mouth after getting married to the only daughter of viscount Mandeville. It was known from the beginning that the young Duke Sergio was hostile toward this arrangement. Sofya thought that their relationship would develop with time, unfortunately everyting went downhills. The relationship between the couple was seen as an example for other aristocrats. Little do they know what happens behind the closed door. War breaks out after their one year of marriage. Duke Sergio was the Commander of the Eslotaintis Knights and deported for war by order of the emperor for almost 4 years. Finally after al those years the war was over with Eslotaintis Empire winning. Sofya was happy and couldn't wait to reunite with her husband again and thought that the feeling would be mutual. Contrary to her thoughts did her husband come back with a Unpleasant surprise. Nothing became the same afterwards. Even after spending a whole night full of passion as a result of Dukes mistake, did Sofya realize that their marriage was beyond saving and asked for a divorce. "I won't accept any divorce, even if you feel miserable be miserable at my side till your last breath. Only death can take us apart.'' After several attempts at escape she finally succeeded. She run far away without turning back. and settelt in a small village near the border between Qaimor and Eslotaintis Empire. Bewildered of the result of his own actions did the Duke start a search party for his missed wife. Years has passed and still no signs of Sofya. Lucas was determined in finding her. He couldn't believe his eyes when he finally found her, who is that little boy next to her and most importantly who is that man?!
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In the late 19th century within a Flourishing distant kingdom a horrendous crime happened. Soon to be duchess, Ralftila del Ralftil was accused of being the culprit and had to flee her childhood home. Forced away from her fiance the duke of Wellz, She Secretly searched for the true person who helped frame the blame onto her, Encountering endless loose threads. On this lonesome journey she encounters a strange man who helps and guides her while both keep their identities hidden and their pasts kept secret. While naively kept in the dark about the Kingdoms true circumstances and dark secrets that are yet to be told. Will they develop trust to reveal the past? Or perhaps he is the secret her mind cannot remember from that horrid night. " Something lurks in the shadows of this kingdom. continuing to plot and twist, and despise everything this kingdom is built off of. And it's my job to find out the loose threads and sow it into the truth." "Sow it into the truth if you must. But once a lie is told it spreads like the plague. Decaying the truth. It appears to me that's to many loose threads to sow. When they've been bluntly severed with no signs leading anywhere." "How cruel of a man you are yet you provide advice for me?" I scoffs "Cruel? I consider myself to be quite kind I must say I am truly heartbroken." "Oh stop singing me your Sarcasm and tell the truth. Why do you help?" "Just helping a damsel in distress." "And who says I'm distressed?" "Your eyes that are yearning for rest." "Oh spare me your skin reeks of blood, metal, and sweat. What gives?" "The bags underneath your eyes can hold a months load of supplies." "Then provide rest for me." I say sarcastically "I will." he says looming closer towards me * I DO NOT CLAIM THE PICTURE OF THIS STORY MY OWN*

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