Duke, it hurts...
[MATURE CONTENT WARNING: READ AT YOUR OWN RISK] Welcome to the fancy world of the elite, where Seraphina Alaric, a delicate and fragile girl always relying on medicine to get better, is just trying to catch a break before her life gets turned upside down by an arranged marriage... Seriously, who wants to be tied down when you’re still figuring out what you want in life? During a swanky banquet, she bumps into the enigmatic Duke of Everwyn. And the craziest part? She has no clue who this guy is—just thinks he’s some mysterious stranger. Out of nowhere, feeling adventurous (and maybe a bit reckless), she suggests a secret rendezvous that turns her whole world upside down. In that hidden moment, Seraphina dives headfirst into her wildest desires. But plot twist—turns out, the guy she just spent the night with is none other than her future husband. Oops! So much for a mysterious stranger—she just spent the night with her future husband! "Duke, It Hurts..." invites you into a whirlwind of self-discovery, steamy romance, and the sweet chaos of love when you least expect it. Can Seraphina break free from societal chains, or will she find herself tangled in the very web she tried to escape? Join her on this thrilling journey, and discover how love can be both liberating and complicated. Don’t miss out—your next obsession is just a page away!
Finding a place to stay
Where are the two of you headed?" asked one of the merchants. He was an older man with a thick beard and a jovial smile.
"Just visiting family in the town nearby. We've been away for a while, and we thought it was time to reconnect." Raven easily lied
The merchant nodded knowingly. "Ah, family reunions. Always a good excuse for a journey."
He leaned in slightly, lowering his voice. "And a good time for business too. Not many travelers these days, but you'll find the town bustling soon enough. Harvest season, you know."
Seraphina, despite being unfamiliar with such casual conversations, smiled politely, trying to match the merchant's enthusiasm. "That sounds lovely. It must be quite a busy time for you."
The merchant waved a dismissive hand. "Busy? I thrive on busy, lass. It's the slow days that kill me." He let out a hearty laugh that echoed through the group.