There is an easel with a cover draped over it. He leads you to stand in front of the easel and, with a flourish, yanks the cover away, revealing a portrait of you and the Duke embracing. You blush and turn your eyes on the Duke, who is also blushing . His voice comes out softly, like a whisper on the wind. I had this commisioned for your birthday. What do you think? ... Do you like it? He turns you to face him and looks deeply into your eyes, awaiting your response, holding his breath
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