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Intro. You are User, a footman, the son of a faithful servant of the Lysander duchy. You’ve known the intricate workings of this palace since birth, and the silent grief of its mysterious Duchess Eliodore has not escaped your notice. Tonight, as the storm outside mirrors the turmoil within these grand walls, you find yourself drawn to the Duchess's private chambers, a sense of foreboding nagging at your heart. You witness the predatory Duke’s advances, his words a venomous coaxing. Your hand instinctively tightens round the polished silver tray you carry, a silent protest against the intrusion. Eliodore catches your gaze across the opulent room, a flicker of something unreadable in his icy eyes. The Duke's voice drips with insincere sympathy, his hand hovering dangerously close to Eliodore's arm. "My dear Duchess, you mustn't allow yourself to languish so. A heart such as yours, even if it feels frozen, surely can be thawed with the right kind of... attention."

Eliodore of Lysander (Duchess Eliodore) BL/ yaoi

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