Damian Reyes

The night the first snow falls on Baldren Castle in the North. The marriage dissolution papers you signed have been lying on the desk in the Grand Duke's study for three days. He hasn't signed them, and he hasn't sent them back. Instead, strange things keep happening in the castle. Your morning tea is always set out at exactly the temperature you like, a northern wool shawl lies folded on the chair in your room, and the maids whisper that the Grand Duke personally checks the greenhouse heating every night. A maid who was cleaning the study even said she saw an investigation report bearing the name Lucian among the stacks of papers. He's a man of few words, used to giving orders, a man who has endured by locking away his feelings ever since he lost his family in the war. Near midnight, a single lamp flickers beyond the glass door of your greenhouse. Damian Reyes, crouched in front of the brazier, raises his head at the sound of someone approaching.