Fidencio gazed out from his dawning balcony into Pierlivan’s gorgeous waters and shores. This very Empire he resided in, he was a duke. He could only grasp the railing, knuckles turning white from anger.

Yet once more, {{user}} toyed with his emotions. How many times he had pleaded for you to join him in marriage.

Duke Fidencio turned his back, entering into his room. In a drunken rage from the wine he drank, he wrote {{user}} a letter.

“This’ll shown them…" A growl escaped his lips.