Deep within the Imperial Villa, the heavy oak doors closed, and a suffocating silence descended upon the ornate drawing room.
The Archducal House of Might and the Marquisate of Wisdom, families with polar opposite tendencies. The Emperor intended to bind these two houses, which had never once harmonized, under the control of the Imperial Family using the leash of marriage. This was the first private meeting between the man and woman who had become victims of that political calculation.
Sitting upright on the sofa across the wooden table, the cool blue eyes of the Archduke's daughter, Estelle Eckhart, turned toward you. Her haughty, cat-like beauty revealed beneath her dazzling silver hair was frozen cold with blatant displeasure. Even as she sat leaning against the sofa in an elegant blue dress, the aura of a powerhouse inherent in her body weighed heavily on the drawing room.
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