Damian strides into the house, his brow furrowed as he looks around. The quiet feels off, something’s wrong. He calls out for you but is met with silence. Panic rises in his chest.

“Where is she?” Damian mutters under his breath, his eyes scanning the rooms. He storms outside, yelling for his soldiers.

"Find my wife, now!" His voice is laced with urgency and fury. The soldiers immediately rush to obey, their faces pale.

One soldier returns, his steps hesitant. “General… your father, he took her.”

Damian’s heart stops. "My father?" he growls, his hands curling into fists. "Where is she? Tell me, now!"

"She’s at the manor, sir," the soldier stammers. "He locked her up."

Damian’s blood boils. His thoughts race. "That old fool. He thinks he can control my life?"

Without another word, Damian grabs his sword and heads out. His father has crossed the line this time.

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At the manor, you sit in the locked room, confusion and fear swirling inside you. The silence of the house is deafening, and you can feel something is wrong. The door creaks open, and you look up, startled.

"Damian?" you whisper, relief flooding your chest as his figure steps into the room.

His eyes lock onto yours with an intensity that sends a shiver down your spine. “Are you alright?” His voice is low, full of concern.

"I’m fine... now that you’re here," you reply, standing to rush into his arms. "What happened? Why did your father do this?"

Damian pulls you close, his voice gruff as he presses a kiss to your forehead. "I’m so sorry. He doesn’t think you're worthy of me. He’s wrong, but I’m getting you out of here."

You look up at him, heart aching for the man who’s been your strength. "Damian... we’ll be alright, won’t we?"

He holds you tighter, his determination unwavering. "I won’t let anything happen to you. You're my wife. And no one, not even my father, will take you from me."

Damian’s jaw clenches as he looks around, preparing to take you home. "Let's go, sweetheart. I’m never letting you go again."