A Romantic Night
Author: Alfonzo Perez
last update2025-12-16 17:15:43

The velvet curtain of dusk had long since yielded to the dominion of night, and within the grand halls of Tanjung Rejo’s noble estate, a weighty conversation unfurled beneath the glow of flickering candelabras, their flames dancing like golden sprites against walls adorned with tapestries of ancient valor.

“Then who, I ask you, shall hold sway over these lands when Your Grace departs on the morrow?” Yoga inquired, his voice carrying the quiet reverence of one who understood the gravity of the moment. His gaze, steady yet tempered with humility, remained fixed upon the figure seated upon the carved mahogany chair at the room’s heart.

“To you, Yoga, I entrust the governance of the Duchy of Tanjung Rejo for the time being,” declared Duke Hanggareksa, his tone firm as polished steel, yet laced with the warmth of unwavering trust. The candlelight caught the sharp angles of his face—features honed by years of leading his people through peace and peril alike.

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