In a world where everything seems perfectly logical and pragmatic. The thought of anything existing outside of the realm of what one already knows seems impractical.
That is how Melinda Morrison sees life.
The very life where she has shared nearly e...
As I stood outside Logoria Palace, watching the grand Tempest Verge pull into view, I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. The arrival of the new Tempest Verge was a sight to behold, a testament to Vesneau's innovation, and a masterpiece of engineering and enchantment. It gleamed with all the promises of the future. A motor vehicle, that if any could get their hands on, showed their status and wealth without having to say much.
The Tempest Verge came to a smooth halt at the front of the palace. Its polished steel body seemed to shimmer in the afternoon sunlight. Guards and a palace butler were quick to assist the car's occupant, and I watched as the car's door opened with a flourish, revealing a figure that could only be my father, Duke Giselber Shaxih of Krasta.
My father stepped out of the vehicle, and as he stood there, I couldn't help but notice his striking features. His cherry red hair, a trait I had inherited from him, framed his face in a wild cascade. But it was his eyes that drew attention—unique speckled cyan blue mixed with flamingo pink and light banana-colored eyes, the same hue that I carried. They were a peculiar blend of colors, much like his personality.
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I was no stranger to my father's eccentricities and overbearing nature. He had a way of making me feel both insignificant and utterly dependent on his approval. It was a dance we had performed throughout my life, and I had grown accustomed to it. However, recent events have altered the dynamics of our relationship.
A few nights ago, I had experienced something wholly unexpected. An encounter with Lord Simeon, one of Lavania's most esteemed companions, had left me in a state of undeniable vulnerability. I had never felt such a connection, such an intimacy with another person. It was as if he had uncovered a dormant part of my soul, one I never knew existed. The memories of our nights together filled my thoughts, and they gave me a newfound sense of confidence.
This newfound self-assurance was something I hoped would shield me from the domineering nature of my father, who had always expected me to fulfill his every desire. Giselber Shaxih of Krasta was a man who lived by his own rules, indulging in his desires without a care for those around him. His relationships were tumultuous, to say the least.
He had been married to my mother, Duchess Zhanna, once upon a time. Yet, his affair with a stage performer and now my new stepmother, Xylia had sent shockwaves through our family, leading to a divorce that sent my mother into a reclusive depression. My father quickly married Xylia and welcomed her two children, Leni and Corlissa, into our lives.
With my mother gone, I had watched my older sister, Julija, and younger sister, Agnessa, grow up alongside our wicked stepsisters Leni, and Corlissa. Xylia who became a tyrant on her own had finally given my father what he had always wanted after having five daughters, Rurik, the youngest and only boy.
