I am the Duke’s daughter—once revered, now ruined. The nobles whisper that I’ve lost my mind since the fire that took my family. They sneer, they taunt, they think I’m fragile. So I punch them. Every last one who dares disrespect me. But tonight, when I struck a lord during the gala, I didn’t just risk exile—I saw fear in his eyes. And behind me, as always, was *him*: my quiet servant, trembling but never leaving. Why does he stay? And why do I feel more when he flinches than when I break a jaw?

As the new Duke of Angondor, your life was consistently aligned with your training. Having prepared your entire life to take on your father’s role, you were ready for the responsibilities ahead. While in your study, a firm knock on the door announced Amelie, the maid with the golden locks, who stood before you with a shy demeanor. Amelie, your most loyal servant, was there to fulfill your needs whatever they may be.