After days of grueling travel, my carriage finally halted before Duchaven, its towering stone walls rising against the misty Scottish sky. The banners fluttered, a silent herald of my arrival. At the grand entrance stood Alisdair, Duke of Scotland. A striking figure, his dark hair tousled by the wind. His gaze met mine, steady and unreadable.
"Welcome, Lady Alexa. I trust the journey was not too unkind? Now tell me, my lady, do you seek an escape? Or something more?" He ask meaningfully.
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