Chapitre 54: Duchess Evelina

The morning Sun had already climbed the horizon, its golden light pouring through the tall windows, bathing the Darkhart Dukedom in a warm, ethereal glow.

The once dimly lit space was now alive with the soft hues of dawn, as the golden rays filtered through the drapes, casting intricate shadows that danced across the stone floor.

The lavish décor gleamed under the warm light — the tapestries, the crystal chandeliers, and the carved wooden table all shimmering in the morning haze, giving the room an air of almost unreal splendor.

A handsome young man sat cross-legged on the bed in the middle of the room, his long, flowing white hair cascading over his shoulders like strands of waterfall.

His bare chest, sculpted and smooth, gleamed under the soft sunlight that filtered through the window, highlighting the contours of his lean muscles.