The sound of heavy footsteps echoed through the empty hall as Romeon was led behind the Duke, his head focused on the broad back before him, as his heart, though conflicted, lamented just how much he adored the man. The way the Duke carried himself with grace and power was something that had compelled him even back then to accept the Duke's proposal, not that he would have refused. But because of that, the Duke probably gave him the chance to have a choice; there was always going to be a difference between a willing heart and one that was not.
The Duke held a lamp that glowed with a soft, commanding light; his steps were heavy yet gentle, his gait sharp and unyielding, this was a man who had been the lofty mountain he had always chased after...but at the moment Romeon was not quite so sure anymore.
