Four months had passed since the news that Fiora had become the Duke Valois, leaving only five years until the original story was set to begin. The world, once blanketed in white, was slowly yielding to spring, a season that settled a pleasant languor over all living things.
“Young Master—no, perhaps I should call you Count now?”
“I haven’t had the succession ceremony yet.”
Although Zane had yet to formally hold the ceremony, he had already
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