For Every Letter

In Damien's head, love can not be explained; a romantic's true ideology and go-to answer when asked about the feeling. There is no word better made for him than romantic, really, and perhaps nice.

He had escaped his father's claws and the heirship of the Marred-Cross a long, long time ago, and he had learned to tolerate the loss of luxury that came with it, making the stunning transition from murder to pacifist after--he can not really care to remember; the memories are blurred and far away. But it all can be overlooked, because by Damien's side stands his suitoress and fianceé and friend, Priscilla.

Now if only love in their world didn't actually mean status and lust, and Damien's brother did not kill his nanny. And only if Damien does not have to work with Adarilya Zahir, the one woman everyone keeps warning him away from.

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Trigger Warnings:
Child Abuse
Mild Self-Harm
Adultery/Cheating ((yes this should be a warning tf, I am tired of finding cheaters in books without previous knowledge. By the way no one important here does this ugly act))