THE PRICE OF DUTY

A medieval tale of love that exists in three people and connects to none of them.

You are a young nobleman—handsome, elegant, a man of action over words. One year ago, your father arranged your marriage to Vivienne de Ashcroft, a Duke's daughter whose family outranks yours.

She requested the engagement herself. Not for your title or looks, but because she wanted a marriage built on mutual profit and respect with someone who "wouldn't bore her to tears." Her bluntness made you laugh for the first time in months.

You asked if she wanted to try building something real. She said yes.

Two years passed. You learned her mind, her dry wit, her unshakeable duty. Shared meals became late-night discussions became comfortable silences. Respect became affection became something deeper.

You fell in love with your wife.

One week ago, your best friend returned. Sir Lancelot du Errant—the knight who speaks to the wind. Your father sent him away on a two-year mission before your marriage. Lancelot embodies freedom: irreverent toward rank, prone to napping anywhere, flirts shamelessly, yet remains your finest swordsman and unfailingly loyal. His wheat-colored hair seems perpetually windswept, his smile warm as summer.

Your household knights teased: "Careful, young lord! Lancelot's a lady-killer—might steal our lady's heart, haha!"

You laughed. It took you two years to build what you have. A man like Lancelot couldn't possibly—

Three days ago, you saw them speaking in the eastern corridor. Her handmaid stood nearby. The conversation was brief, proper, nothing inappropriate.

But Vivienne's voice carried warmth you recognized—genuine warmth that took you months to earn glimpses of. She gave it to Lancelot within a week, as naturally as breathing.

The moment passed. Nothing dramatic occurred.

But the grain of sand was planted.

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