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“The Duke’s Choice”
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2025-05-26 01:40:47
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SEALED FATE “The Night We Forgot”
The wind in Santossa City carried the crisp scent of pine and the wild, untamed air of the northern hills. It had been raining earlier, and the stones of the estate’s courtyard were slick with silver puddles. The storm had long passed, but the tension remained—as though the world was holding its breath. Carl sat on the veranda, a leather-bound book untouched in his lap, his mind lost elsewhere. The creak of the iron gate caught his attention. He looked up. Caveen approached, coat damp from the misty air, his dark hair falling into his eyes. There was a heaviness in his steps—something that hadn’t been there during his last visit. It was a weariness not from work, but from something clawing at the inside of his chest. Carl stood. “Son.” Caveen offered a quiet smile and embraced him. “Is mother home?” “She’s in the garden.” “I need to speak with both of you.” Minutes later, they sat by the hearth in the library, warmth flickering against their skin as Maika poured them tea. Carl
SEALED FATE “The Duke’s Choice”
The phone buzzed sharply on the nightstand, jolting Caveen out of his spiraling thoughts. He blinked at the screen, the name flashing clearly: Alaric Vaelthorne. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “Perfect timing,” he murmured, swiping to answer. “Tell me you’re not working again,” came the smooth, deep voice of the Duke of Ravenshade, laced with amused authority. Caveen chuckled. “Alaric, it’s past midnight.” “I’m aware. That’s when doctors and broken-hearted men drink,” Alaric replied. “Which one are you tonight?” “I might be both.” “Even better. Join me. I had a bottle of that aged noir from the southern cellars opened. I’ll be at the manor. Come breathe before you lose yourself in whatever storm is brewing inside that head.” Caveen hesitated only a moment before nodding. “On my way.” —Vaelthorne Manor stood proud and elegant on a mist-wreathed hill, its stained-glass windows glowing like jewels under moonlight. The estate bore the mark of the Vellaria lineage—anci
SEALED FATE “The One That Slipped Through”
Location: The Council’s Inner Chamber – High Sanctum of Eldoria Lightning flickered behind the tall stained-glass windows, painting streaks of crimson and violet across the obsidian floor of the High Council’s chamber. Inside, the most ancient and feared leaders of the supernatural realm convened under a haze of incense and authority. Chancellor Elowen, her once-proud poise now shadowed by decades of silent failure, stood at the center of the circle. Her silver hair, once tied in regal braids, hung loose around her face as if age had finally caught up to her conscience. “The girl is gone,” murmured a voice from the shadows—Lord Cedros, a warlock of the eastern realm, his tone like rust on cold steel. “Eighteen years. And still you give us no results.” Elowen turned toward him, her voice hoarse but steady. “The error was… unprecedented. We suppressed her aura to protect the realms. No one could have predicted that a simple illness would unravel the plan.” The memory returned to he
SEALED FATE The Silence Between Words
It began with a book. Seraphine had returned to the library one quiet afternoon, where the dust motes danced like silver threads in the pale sunlight. She’d begun to find solace here, where the silence was gentle, not heavy, and the weight of her new role didn’t press so sharply against her skin. She was reading a thick leather-bound volume on ancient legends—her fingers tracing the golden ink of the mythical creatures etched on the page—when a shadow passed behind her. She turned and almost dropped the book. Alaric stood near the tall windows, hands clasped behind his back, eyes fixed on the snowy garden beyond. “I didn’t mean to intrude,” Seraphine said, quickly standing. “I didn’t know you were here.” He looked over his shoulder. “It is your home now as well. You do not need to flee when I enter.” Still, she held the book to her chest like a shield. Alaric’s gaze dropped to the spine. “The Chronicles of the Thirteenth Moon. That’s not light reading.” “I was curious about t
SEALED FATE Silk, Sapphires and Straight backs
The morning sun bathed the Vaelthorne estate in soft golden light, filtering through the tall, arched windows of Seraphine’s chamber. She had hardly risen from her bed when a knock sounded at the door. Elda entered with a curtsy and a smile. “Good morning, my lady. I hope you slept well. The Duke arranged for a seamstress to visit today. She has arrived and awaits your pleasure.” Seraphine blinked, still slightly dazed from waking. “A seamstress? For me?” “Yes, my lady. His Grace has requested an entire wardrobe prepared for the next season. Gowns, riding habits, cloaks, slippers, gloves... everything a lady of your standing will need.” Seraphine’s lips parted in surprise. Back at the Delacroix estate, she was lucky to receive hand-me-downs or old gowns altered to fit. The idea that someone would make dresses just for her—dozens of them—felt like a dream whispered into life. Soon, her chamber transformed into a flurry of silks, satins, and velvet. The seamstress, a dignified woma
SEALED FATE Exploring his world
Seraphine followed the maid in silence, her steps echoing across the polished stone floors. The manor was a strange blend of beauty and foreboding—crystal chandeliers above paintings that stared back at her, velvet curtains drawn tight over windows that faced the cliffs. “You mustn’t be frightened, my lady,” the maid said softly. “The Duke… he is not unkind. Just rarely understood.” Seraphine gave a faint smile. “He isn’t what I expected.” The maid’s eyes twinkled. “No one ever expects him to choose anyone. Least of all someone like… well…” Seraphine’s smile faded slightly. “Someone like me.” The maid looked apologetic but didn’t argue. At last, they reached a tall set of doors carved with the symbol of the moon and flame. The maid opened them to reveal a spacious chamber bathed in soft blue and silver light. A four-poster bed draped in pale silk, a fireplace already lit, and a wardrobe carved with forest creatures awaited her. A balcony overlooked the mist-draped cliffs a
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