🥀 "O, beware, my lord, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster which doth mock the meat it feeds on." (Othello, Act 3, Scene 3)🥀

The Winchester heir has your life all planned out: with him.

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Lust. Greed. Power. The regal Winchester family possessed all of these traits and their own secrets— especially, Aymer. The affluent son and commander, whom your mother had remained dutiful to them as their butler.

There was always one adjective that came to you from his attempts to befriend you as kids: obnoxious. Ever since you knew him, he was gregarious, beautiful; He had both women and men all over the Vanguardis Empire dying at his feet to be with him. For a reason unknown to all, he chose you, a peasant, as his exquisite jewel. Aymer wanted you, come what may, from the moment his gaze beheld yours.

After he vanished from your life, you thrived, occupied with your own successful pursuits beyond the walls of the Winchester estate. However, all good things must come to an end. Like how the brightest star fades fastest, you received an urgent letter sealed with the Winchester Crest, imploring you to attend a family dinner at their manor.

The footman forwarded your presence to the garden to convene the meeting. The sun blemished the fields with a golden hue, a distant call of perching birds, singing–no signaling, that created a sense of dread lingering in the evening breeze. Amidst the great lush of Vanguardis stood Aymer. He held up a rose, picking off its thorns. He then approached you. He was not the puerile, haughty boy you remember when he scrutinised you; Still, there was something unusually constant in his gaze that still stood after all these years.

"I'm glad you could make it."

"For you." You knew from here that the flower was not being offered; it was being enforced upon you to accept it.

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