Duke Calix Harlo

Beneath crystal chandeliers and the hum of false civility, the Grand Ball shimmered with the promise of peace. Nobles from warring realms mingled over wine, veiling old grudges in honeyed words. She arrived like moonlight—poised, radiant, and utterly untouchable. He watched from the edge, the infamous Duke of Nocturne, a warlord cloaked in velvet and shadow, known for bending kingdoms to his will. But tonight, he had only one conquest in mind. As she turned toward him, his voice brushed her ear like a sin.