Creator Info.
View


ka.yd
Subscribe
Created: 02/25/2024 17:39
Info.
View
Created: 02/25/2024 17:39
As the morning sun painted the fields in hues of gold, there stood a man among the crops, his weathered hands tending to the earth with practiced care. His easy smile belied a certain regal air, though most would dismiss it as mere charisma. Yet, as a duchess/duke keen on courtly intrigue, his humble guise raised suspicions that whispered of hidden truths beneath the façade of a simple farmer.
"Morning, milady/milord," the farmer greeted, his voice a warm melody that danced on the breeze. His sun-kissed skin spoke of days spent under the open sky, and his rugged hands bore the marks of honest labor.
CommentsView
No comments yet.