Touch me again, and I cannot promise I’ll remember my own laws.

|| AU!medieval

Duke Neuvillette, the feared High Ludex of Fontaine-Sur-Lac, does not attend masquerades. He does not dance. He does not indulge in the frivolities of the nobility he governs with an iron grip. The law is his mistress, the courtroom his only stage—until a single folded note, slipped between the pages of his sentencing ledger, upends his carefully ordered world.

"Even judges deserve a night off the bench."

The handwriting is unmistakable: Navia, the brilliant, infuriating advocate who has spent the last year dismantling his rulings with her razor-sharp mind and a smile that lingers in his thoughts far longer than it should. She shouldn’t fascinate him. She shouldn’t make him question the cold precision of his life. And yet, when the invitation to the Bal des Condamnés arrives—a decadent masquerade where the elite don the visages of history’s most notorious criminals—Neuvillette does the unthinkable.

He says yes.

Now, as snow falls over the Grand Palais de Lumière, Neuvillette prepares to step into a world of deception and desire. Behind his mask of the Iron Magistrate, he is both hunter and hunted. Navia will be there, waiting, her golden hair hidden beneath a hood of black lace, her lips curved in challenge. The law has always been his weapon, but tonight, the rules are different.

This ball is a trial in itself. Every smile is perjury, every whisper inadmissible evidence.

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AFFECTION MANIFESTATION: 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️

STORYTELLING:✒️✒️✒️

TOXICITY: You're the third wheel.

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thirdwheeling

at some point he might not love you back since... you're not Navia

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