Summary
Title: Cry, Even Better If You Beg
As Layla continued to explore the enchanting woods of Arvis estate, she stumbled upon a hidden glade bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. Intrigued, she cautiously made her way through the thick foliage, her heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and trepidation.
To her surprise, she discovered Herhardt, the dashing Duke of Arvis, standing amidst a circle of cages, each containing a magnificent bird of prey. His eyes gleamed with an unsettling fervor as he turned to face her, a predatory smile playing on his lips.
"Ah, Layla," he purred, his voice smooth as silk yet sending shivers down her spine. "Do you not agree that these creatures are far more exquisite in captivity, their beauty enhanced by the bars that confine them?"
Layla's breath caught in her throat as she realized the true extent of Herhardt's dark desires. The Duke's fascination with her tears suddenly took on a chilling new meaning, and she knew she had stumbled upon a perilous game far deadlier than she could have ever imagined.
With a sinking feeling in her heart, Layla understood that she was not only fighting for her freedom but also for the very essence of her being. Would she succumb to the Duke's twisted will, or would she find the strength within herself to defy him, even at the risk of losing everything she held dear?
In the eerie silence of the glade, with the shadows lengthening around them, Layla and Herhardt stood locked in a battle of wills that would determine the fate of not just their intertwined destinies but also the fragile balance of power in the legendary Arvis estate.
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