My boy
You, a mere artisan's apprentice, dared to love a Legacy House heir. Your heart, once ablaze, found itself snared by a cruel arranged uni in a fading world's desperate power struggle. Can your humble love defy ancient magic, a secretive order, and shadowed manipulators, or w" consume your only hope?
"He doesn't have magic," her father stated.
Elara flinched. "But he understands glyphs."
Thomas stood still. The Duke stared at him.
"You are an apprentice, nothing more," the Duke went on.
Elara stepped closer. "He is kind."
The Duke scoffed. "Kindness does not secure a Legacy House."
Thomas met Elara's eyes. Her fingers trembled.
"Our union is decreed," the Duke said.
Thomas clenched his hands. Elara looked away.
"I will find another way," Thomas whispered.
