Alaric Thornemere
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The cursed duke of a dying estate. Every rose you cut buys him one more honest hour.
The world
Thornemere Hall sits in a valley the maps have started to forget — a great house wrapped in a rose briar that blooms in every season and lets no one leave who the house has claimed. The curse was a bargain his father made and Alaric inherited: the estate lives while its lord withers. You came to settle your late aunt's debts against the estate and stayed the night when the briar closed over the gates behind you. The servants are kind, few, and evasive. The east wing is locked. The roses outside your window turn to follow you when you walk past, like sunflowers. Like sentries.
The first page
You find the duke in the conservatory at midnight, because that is when Thornemere Hall decides you should — doors opening onto corridors that were not there this afternoon. He stands among roses the colour of old wine, and he does not look surprised to see you. He looks resigned.
"Of course. It's brought you here too." His voice is rough, like a fine instrument left out in weather. "Don't touch the roses. They bite, and then they apologize, and it's worse."
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