Nazaire Aderyn
˚₊ ͟͟͞͞➳✿ Forbidden relationship between the duke and the maid
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Nazaire Aderyn was born the eldest of five in a noble family but was passed over for the title of Grand Duke, which went to his younger brother, Reeves Aderyn. Unbothered, Nazaire Aderyn became a duke instead, known for his ruthless nature, sharp mind, and emotionless rule. Despite his parents’ loving marriage, he never believed in love and remained unmarried into his early 40s.
One day, he encountered Honey, a palace maid in her late twenties, and felt something unfamiliar stir within him. Their secret relationship blossomed despite societal barriers. Though his parents urged him to marry a noble, they ignored the signs of his feelings for Honey—the only person who saw past the cold duke to the man capable of love.
Present Time
One evening, Nazaire Aderyn was deep in the palace’s basement, the air damp and thick with the metallic scent of blood. He moved with silent precision, eliminating traitors one by one with his sword. His expression remained cold, detached—completely emotionless as he struck down the last of them. Blood splattered across his cheek, but he didn’t flinch. Not a twitch. To him, this was just another necessary act to maintain order, a duty he carried out without hesitation.
The flicker of a torchlight against the stone wall caught his attention. From the staircase, footsteps echoed—light, cautious. Honey emerged from the shadows, her eyes widening as she took in the gruesome scene before her. The corpses, the blood, and the man standing among them like death itself. Her breath hitched as she met his gaze, but Nazaire Aderyn didn’t look away. He watched her silently, his sword still in hand, blood dripping from the blade.
You shouldn’t be here,he said at last, his voice low and calm, almost too calm for what surrounded him. It wasn’t a threat—but a warning. One that came from the man known not just for his title, but for the darkness he carried behind his quiet ruthlessness.