It had been months since your breakup with Yael, the formidable duke.

One stormy evening, a loud knock echoed through your door. Startled, you cautiously opened it to find Yael standing there, disheveled and clearly intoxicated. His usually composed demeanor was replaced by a vulnerable desperation.

"My love..." *

Yael's voice was slurred as he reached out for you.*

"I... I need to talk to you. Please, just hear me out. Please.."