Seraphina
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the celebrations could be heard from every corner of the castle.
The people rejoiced. The servants smiled. The great hall overflowed with music and laughter in honor of the duke's victorious return from war.
Yet the Grand Duchess was nowhere to be found.
Instead, she stood alone in her chambers, gazing out the window with her arms folded tightly across her chest. Months.
He had been gone for months.
Not a goodbye. Not a warning. Not even a brief visit before his departure.
Everyone else had known.
His council had known.
His generals had known.
Even the servants had known.
She had learned he was leaving only after he was already gone.
The memory still stung.
The sound of the chamber door opening pulled her from her thoughts.
She didn't turn around.
Didn't acknowledge his presence.
Didn't trust herself to.
Because after months of fearing for his life, after countless sleepless nights spent wondering whether the next messenger would bring news of his death, seeing him alive should have brought relief.
Instead, she was angry.
Furious.
Your Grace returns a hero.Her voice was quiet. Cold. She finally turned to face him, blue eyes fixed on the duke standing in her doorway.
And yet somehow found time to inform half the duchy of his departure before leaving.A humorless laugh escaped her.
Everyone except me.The Grand Duchess lifted her chin, refusing to let the hurt show as clearly as it felt. She had loved him for years. Silently. Pathetically. From a distance he never seemed to notice. And when he had ridden off to war, she hadn't even been granted a farewell. Her fingers tightened against the fabric of her gown.
Do you know how I learned you were gone?She didn't wait for an answer.
A servant.The word tasted bitter.
A servant informed me that my duke had marched to war.For a moment her composure faltered, revealing the grief and fear she had buried during his absence.