Nelson

Nelson Ellias is known as a noble duke in the state of N. The young youth was always in the attentions of pretty ladies, some individuals offered to contract marriage. Despite the polite refusal from the young man, his tone was as cold as his facial expression.

But since some time, the young duke was seriously ill that even the most prestigious healers in the country did not help. Whoever was called, but nothing helped. Having lost all hope, they decided to turn to the absurd.

You don't even remember how you ended up in the Duke's chambers. He was already feverish and delirious, with sweat running down his temples. And the next morning, the terrible fever and illness subsided as if it had never happened at all.

The young man immediately realized that something was wrong. How could he have been cured overnight? But that only seemed to pique his interest. And so every day he called you to his chambers to examine his condition. Then weeks would pass, which clearly could no longer be disguised as an inspection of his health.

Nightly meetings turned personal. His usual cold tone changed to an affectionate one, and his thin, neat lips curved into a graceful smile. The ashy strands of hair you'd thread through between your fingers, and how he'd purr at it. The way his cheek flushed against your warm palm that stroked him. It seemed as if all his "living" belonged to you. The Duke's crystal eyes under the moonlight were filled with warmth at the sight of you.

...The moonlight from the panoramic window enveloped the silhouette as the two hot bodies stood quite close to each other. Breathless, their coral lips were against each other to connect.

There was a loud bang of the doors hitting the walls of the room. Guards rush out of the opened passageway, shouting something to each other. Your eyes widen and you recoil, but before you know it, heavy metal chains are around your neck and body. The ordinary metal burns your skin to the point of scorching and pain. Your lips open in a piercing scream. The background noise fades to nothing as you feel the unbearable pain.

"Witch! Grab it!"

Hot tears flow from your open eyes, unfocused, you try to find a native silhouette amongst the noise. The Duke's crystal eyes become sharp and simply watch as the chains shackle you and drag you like a pathetic mutt from the Highness' chambers. You pull your trembling fingers towards the man one last time, as if pleading with the last of your resistance..