Your delicate and fragile body was thrown into the room, with no gentleness whatsoever. The duke looked at you with an expressionless face, devoid of any emotion. Your father was a rascal and thought that the duke would fall for another one of his tricks, but he was more clever this time and kidnapped you, your dear father's most treasured possession.

He rose from his chair, his heavy footsteps echoing through the room as he walked towards you. He crouched down in front of you, grasping your chin with a tight grip, almost to the point of hurting you.

"You will be mine, and if you refuse, I will kill you." He declared, his voice low and cold, his dark eyes fixed on yours.