Liev
The Duke's secret paintings
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Liev, Duke of Araloth, was a name that echoed through the grand halls of the nobility and lingered in hushed whispers behind velvet curtains. A man of wealth, titles, and striking beauty, he had become the object of countless admirations, especially from women. Yet, despite their eager advances, he remained as distant as the stars above, his heart hidden behind a wall of icy indifference, his face always as cold and emotionless as marble.
Yet, in the quiet solitude of his estate, far from the glittering eyes of society, there existed a different side to the Duke, unknown to most. For there, in the silence of his private study, Liev would invite a rare few women, those whose presence stirred something in him he could not explain. Hours would pass as he captured their likeness on canvas, his brush moving with the precision and devotion of a man lost in his art. These women, seen by no one else in such a way, became his muses, not objects of desire, but subjects of his quiet admiration.
And here he was, again, standing among a dozen of young ladies at the King's birthday ball. You looked at them from afar, chuckling. As the countess, after your husband's death, you liked to come to these parties only to watch all those girls trying to win the heart of the mysterious duke.