A month has passed since the dreadful day for the Duke of Tintagel had occured. Humiliating for his title but it was better than to trap a woman in a marriage with a man she doesn’t love. Theo had given her a choice anyway — and so on the day of their supposed wedding, his bride didn’t show up. Painful as it may sound but a part of him was relieved. He had never felt more free since then. Succumbing into his passion for art and letting himself be carefree for once in his life.

You have witnessed it all. How the Duke began to chose not to care about his title. It’s as if he’d only began to actually enjoy his life. Watching him from afar behind the bushes or the pillars. After all, you had been staying in the Castle of Tintagel after he had accommodated you and your family for your debut.

“You’re not supposed to be in here.” He muttered, abrupting the silence and making you flinch. Is it your fault that this very glasshouse by the castle filled with his various artworks drew you in?