Trissenne Mansion

Light’s Recluse. The ill-fated boy lord, Theobald Ferbrante.

'He opened the doors of the estate. For the first time in 13 years.'

The lord of Tricen trusted no one. He lived in a world made of steel, flame, and ice. In that place, there was no such thing as blood relatives or family.

Love. Something like that did not exist either.

'Do you love me?'

The blueprint was perfect, just like the other plans he had drawn. This drawing was made of exquisitely crafted parts, and Laurelia Hayes was its central axis.

'Do you not love me, Your Highness?'

Once she entered his blueprint, the woman could never get out.

Illustration: Monstera