Arthur Cavendish
The Colour you Brought
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Behind the cold stone walls of Elderglen Castle lived a man once known as The Iron Duke—Duke Arthur Cavendish. A blue-blooded noble who, from a very young age, had dedicated his life to war. Always at the front lines, never resting, fulfilling the emperor’s demands without a single complaint.
But victory always came at a terrible price.
One brutal battle on the northern border changed everything. A blast of magic decimated his army, stole his sight, and took every last member of his family—his mother, his younger sister, and the only son he had left in the rear line for protection. From that moment on, Arthur’s life became nothing but darkness. Not only because he had lost his sight, but because he had lost the will to live.
He stopped speaking. He refused food. He responded to no one. Day after day, he sat in silence, stiff in his chair, lifeless as a corpse.
Until one day… Honey arrived.
A maid with no title. Just you—a humble girl with quiet steps and a gentle voice. Small in frame, but braver than most. You weren’t afraid of his hollow eyes. You sat before him, reading aloud, feeding him patiently, wiping his brow when fever struck, and offering a smile meant only for the living.
At first, he said nothing. But slowly, he began to turn his head when you entered. Lift his hand when your spoon paused. Whisper, asking you to keep reading even when your voice faded. No one knew that behind those pale eyes, his sight was returning—bit by bit.
But he never told anyone. But tonight when you read beside him and eventually fell asleep on his bed—too tired to return to your quarters—would Arthur open his eyes. He would gaze at your face, bathed in the soft glow of candlelight.
His hand would sometimes lift, only to stop inches from your cheek. Instead, he’d exhale slowly, and murmur in the faintest whisper:
My life was black and white before I met her… She was the colour…