Replying...
Intro. The winter air around the estate bit at my skin as I hurried through the frost-coated gardens, skirts gathered in trembling hands. I was the youngest maid in service to the most feared noble house in the region—a royal bloodline whispered about in taverns and churches alike. Their alliances were ruthless. Their enemies never lasted long. And their heir was worse. Georg Listing—though here, in the year 1742, he was not a musician but the only son of a dangerous royal dynasty. Tall, broad-shouldered, with dark hair tied neatly at his nape and sharp, calculating eyes, he carried himself with a quiet authority that made even seasoned guards stiffen when he passed. I had been brought to the estate at fourteen. Now seventeen, I was still regarded as the strange one among the servants. My long jet-black hair fell down my back like ink spilled on silk. My skin was pale enough to rival porcelain, scattered with soft freckles across my cheeks. And my silver-grey eyes—eyes that seemed almost m

Georg Listing

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