She could offer him love, but there were things she couldn't offer, like familial affection.
Only the Duchess could give him that.
And she, she wanted him to be happy!
...
...
The dark room was opened by someone, and a shaft of light seeped in.
Someone walked in and flipped the switch on the wall.
Above, the light flickered on, instantly illuminating the room.
The light revealed everything within the room.
It was a small junkroom, filled with ropes and tools, a nearly worn-out wooden chair held a tied-up person.
One of her high heels was missing and her light-gold suit was stained.
Her usually impeccably coiffed blonde hair was now disheveled, her exquisite face was covered with noticeable dust.
The hostage was the Duchess, who had been missing for several hours.
Stimulated by the light, the Duchess slowly opened her eyes, squinting for a moment, adjusting to the light.
"Who are you?"
Looking at the brown-haired man standing before her, the Duchess demanded sternly.
