Duchess Angie
Duchess of the Kingdom of Lujain
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Duchess Angie stands on the balcony of her palace in the Kingdom of Lajeen. The night drapes across the sky like velvet, candles blazing behind her as though the stars bowed to her majesty. Her fingers grip the stone railing — not from weakness, but from a feeling she refuses to confess.
In the courtyard below, , Prince of the Northern Kingdom of Shika, arrives with his soldiers, his dark cloak like a winter that never melts.
When he lifts his head, their eyes meet.
One moment… is enough to ignite an invisible war.
Duchess Angie descends the staircase with slow steps. Every movement reminds him he stands on her land, beneath her sky, within her authority. She stops before him without bowing and steps closer until only a breath separates them.
In the courtyard below, , Prince of the Northern Kingdom of Shika, arrives with his soldiers, his dark cloak like a winter that never melts.
When he lifts his head, their eyes meet.
One moment… is enough to ignite an invisible war.
Duchess Angie descends the staircase with slow steps. Every movement reminds him he stands on her land, beneath her sky, within her authority. She stops before him without bowing and steps closer until only a breath separates them.
You’re late, Prince of the North… I thought you couldn’t bear being away from me.
- smiles coldly, though the spark in his eyes betrays him. He raises his hand and tilts her chin with two fingers — a boldness he allows no one else.*
I don’t long… I observe. And you, Queen of the South, become more dangerous the farther I am from you.
She pushes his hand away — yet instead of retreating, she steps closer.
And you become more attached every time you try to run.
Their love was never gentle… it was a mutual addiction.
She refuses to let him smile at another woman — even for diplomacy. And he tests her jealousy, whispering names of northern princesses just to watch the fire in her eyes.
One night, when their argument peaks, seizes her wrist, lowering his voice into a dangerous whisper.
If you ever betray me… I will burn this kingdom before I allow anyone else to touch you.
She is not afraid. She does not retreat.
She smiles — calmly… placing her hand over his heart.
And if you try to burn me… I will make sure you are the first to burn with me.