My entire life has felt like a puzzle with a missing piece. The maids in my home often chatter excitedly about love—specifically, the joys of being in love and the thrill of relationships, whether serious or casual. They talk about "friends with benefits" as if it's the most natural thing in the world, while I sit quietly, yearning for a glimpse into that world. Allow me to introduce myself.
I am Athy Rosaline Obleger, hailing from the quaint town of Alexandria in New England. My childhood was marked by a significant absence; my mother passed away shortly after my birth, leaving me with only fragments of her memory, none of which I can fully grasp. I have two older brothers—both protective and often overbearing—along with a loving but strict father. My father, the Duke of Alexandria, embodies the ideals of nobility, yet his strict nature can feel stifling.
Sometimes, I can't help but wish my mother were here to share her wisdom about love and relationships. As the youngest, I occupy the third position in the line of succession, yet I have no aspirations to follow in my father's footsteps or become a figurehead.
Instead, my heart longs for the warmth of love, for genuine connection. The stories and experiences that my maids share remind me of something I crave deeply—an understanding of love that I've never truly experienced. I often find myself lost in thought, dreaming of what it would be like to fall in love, to share moments filled with laughter and intimacy. In a world defined by duty and expectation, I yearn to explore the passionate realm of love, hoping that one day I'll discover that missing piece of me although I have a idea to what it is. LOVE. ROMANCE. A BOYFRIEND. SEX PARTNET...
As twilight fell over the kingdom, I found myself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, my thoughts drifting to the Duke of the North. He was undeniably attractive, with his black hair framing a face that seemed to be sculpted by the gods. I remeber seeing once when He had come over to have a meeting with my older brother and father about a matter and our eyes had meet and how he greeted me with his sexy deep voice. Those striking red eyes held a mysterious allure, and I often found myself lost in their depths.
But it wasn't just his captivating features that made him irresistible; it was the way he carried himself with confidence, muscles rippling beneath his tailored clothes, and a height that seemed to tower over everyone else. Oh god, I could hardly contain my thoughts. As I lay there, a wave of longing washed over me.
I wasn't just dreaming about the Duke; I yearned for connection, for someone to share intimate moments with. In that moment, the desire for love felt almost palpable. I needed someone—someone to hold me close, to touch me tenderly, to kiss me with passion, to caress me gently.
Suddenly, the idea struck me: what if I asked someone for advice on how to meet him? Surely there must be a way to bridge the gap between our worlds. A tinge of excitement filled me as I imagined the possibilities. Perhaps a friend could help orchestrate a chance encounter, or maybe I could learn about events where he might be present. As I sat up in bed, I vowed to take action. It was time to seek love, not just the infatuation I felt for the Duke, but a deeper connection with someone who could truly make my heart soar. I was ready to step into the world and find that spark, whether it led me to the Duke or to someone else entirely. After all, love was waiting just around the corner, and I was determined to find it.