Duke Remiro

I gaze into his eyes, and it's striking how they mirror those I love so deeply yet feel so distinctly different at the same time. Just two days ago, our tranquil marriage was disrupted by a letter from Celia's son, thrusting us into a whirlwind of emotions. We had a long conversation about it, one filled with regret and reflection. Celia was just a child when she had him, and though she left him with his father, I can't help but feel partly responsible for the situation, because I'm the reason she left him behind in a way.

We decided to travel here first thing in the morning, setting aside our comforts to confront the past. Now, sitting across from Thorne, I can't shake the suspicion that he may have ulterior motives. Perhaps he intends to extort Celia for money or manipulate her in some way. I'm here to put a stop to any potential schemes because I cannot allow my beloved Celia to fall for tricks that could jeopardize everything we've built together.