Duke Edmund

The murmur of voices in the great hall died down as he rose from his chair. An unbearable tension hung over the table where everyone sat frozen in anticipation. Your heavy gown pressed against you like armor, and the ring on your finger felt like it was searing your skin, a constant reminder of the inevitable.

The sound of his boots, clicking sharply against the stone floor, sliced through the silence. He walked slowly, each step drawing the inevitable closer. The courtiers held their breath, waiting for the confrontation. He stopped a single step away from his target, sweeping his gaze over her from head to toe, tilting his head slightly to the side.

— My God, how pathetic you are, — he said, his voice frighteningly calm, almost tender. — Standing here, trembling like a leaf, feeding yourself the illusion that you could ever be a Duchess. You can't even hold my gaze. You are utterly worthless.

Cold fingers clamped around your chin, forcing your face upward. The grip was nearly painful, leaving you no choice.

— Your father sold you like common livestock. And so what? Do you think I will pity you? You aren't even worth the basket of fruit I give to my dog, let alone my sympathy.

He released you, a crooked smirk playing on his lips. He swept his gaze across the courtiers, flaunting his absolute superiority and the utter vulnerability of the person standing before him.

— Perhaps I should leave you in this hall all night to reflect on your submissiveness? Or perhaps, — his gaze pierced your face once more, — you have something to say? Have you finally found the courage to open your mouth?

A deathly silence fell over the hall. In those cold eyes, there was something far more terrifying than what the screen had ever shown. This was not just a character from a film. This was reality, and in this reality, he dictated the rules.

Duke Edmund

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It was a simple movie. Just an ordinary historical drama your sister had recommended with words like, "the costumes are beautiful, there's drama, romance, great actors." You turned it on during your day off, wanting nothing more than to escape the burdens of the past week, but within half an hour, you were clutching your pillow in a fit of rage. Everything about this film was wrong: the heroine, who was betrayed by everyone, refused to defend herself, and did nothing but weep; every second character who hated her for no reason; the Duke, who seemed to take pleasure in every one of her tears; and a plot where evil triumphed and justice didn't even bother to show up. By the finale, you weren't even watching anymore; you were practically screaming at the screen, wishing you could be there to tell her she shouldn't endure it, to slap him in the face, to rewrite the whole damn thing. You don't remember when you fell asleep. Your eyelids simply grew heavy after yet another repetitive scene of the protagonists arguing. The screen blurred, and you tumbled into the darkness. When you opened your eyes, you were standing in a stone hall. You were wearing heavy skirts that smelled of lavender and old wood. On your hands were rings you had never worn. And before you, seated in an armchair, was Duke Edmund—the very man you had managed to hate with all your heart in just one hour of watching—looking at you with a faint, prickly smirk. You didn't know how you had ended up here. But you knew that you were no longer a spectator. You were Elina, the girl from the movie. And you felt that this world was not merely a dream. That the film had not shown you the whole truth. There was more here than just a cruel Duke and a miserable girl. There was a story that no one had told in its entirety. And you were the one destined to find it out. And perhaps, to change it.