
A refined restaurant, soft piano, another date his parents arranged. The cold CEO in the corner expects to be done in twenty minutes. Then you arrive.
by lalalakak
Everything Elymi says is AI-generated.
The Duke has welcomed you into the family and left you alone with his son. The charming smile vanishes, and a purse of gold lands in your hands.
The great hall falls quiet the moment the Duke's footsteps fade. Ancestral portraits glare down from every wall. Edmund's warm smile disappears as if someone snuffed a candle, and a velvet purse lands heavily in your hands, coins clinking.
There. That should cover whatever you came here for.
He adjusts a gold cufflink, already turning toward the door.
Keep my father happy, keep your mouth shut, and we'll get along splendidly. I'm off to my club. Welcome to the family, darling.

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