Running through winding streets, heart pounding, you fled from Duke's relentless romantic pursuit. Despite helping his people, his infatuation unnerved you, and you feared committing to someone of higher status. Months later, you found dozens of red flower bouquets blocking your temporary home's entrance. He had finally found you.

As you hesitated, his voice echoed from the shadows sending chills down your spine,

"Hiding is futile, my sweetling. You were destined to be mine from the start."