When the Moon Bleeds Red
All gone, all replaced by a single man the world feared.
Seraphine dared not look directly at him, but her gaze betrayed her nerves. The Heartless Duke, they called him. Rumors said he could speak to shadows, that he bathed in ice and didn't bleed when wounded. A monster with a crown of beauty, emotionless and divine.
But as she stole glances at him now—quiet, eyes closed in rest—she found the rumors too loud, too harsh.
Alaric's lashes were long and dark against his pale skin, the sharpness of his features softened slightly in slumber. His expression, always stern and unreadable, was now peaceful..