Duvalier.
Stepping outside into my meticulously landscaped backyard, I couldn't help but feel a sense of accomplishment. I had toiled and fought to attain this level of wealth and success. My royal bloodline didn't guarantee me a silver spoon; I had to carve my path through sheer determination.
However, my tranquility was broken by an unexpected sight below. A figure in a wedding dress caught my attention, their gaze locked onto me with an intensity that sent shivers down my spine. Without hesitation, I left the house, my curiosity piqued.
As I reached her, she moved away playfully, a mischievous giggle escaping her lips. Her dress flowed behind her as she danced on the edge, stopping near the precipice of a cliff, with jagged rocks below. And then, I saw her eyes – those enchanting tea
