Hello my dear friends/readers! I have had this idea in my head for quite a while and decided to give it a shot. I hope you enjoy it!

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Why Have You Made My Love Untouchable?

Duke Sateriajis Venomania had always been a calm and pleasant man, but for the past six months, he had been quite the opposite. He now sits on his throne, swirling a glass goblet of red wine in one hand while a teal-haired woman rubs his shoulders, making another attempt to calm the Duke down.

"Are you feeling any better tonight Duke?" she asked in her almost cheerful voice. The purple haired man shook his head and stood up, still swirling the glass, walks over to the lit fireplace. "No Mikulia, I don't. I highly doubt I'll feel any better unless Lukana lets me do it."

The peasant put a hand on his shoulder."I'm really sorry she still won't let you do it."Mikulia turned to return to the basement, but Sateriajis stopped her."Mikulia it's been six months now and tell me honestly. How does it feel?" The peasant sadly sighed."Honestly Duke, it feels wonderful." She instantly felt guilty telling him that and went to apologize, but stopped when the Duke threw the goblet against a wall and walked onto a nearby balcony, slamming the door behind him.

Mikulia took a rag and began cleaning up the wine and glass."The poor man; I really hope Lukana comes to her senses."

. . .

Sateriajis took a deep breath as the wind played with his long hair and the bottom of his tailcoat.

"I have treated her with nothing but love and respect since I brought her to this mansion; ever since the first day I met her!"

. . .

Tonight was the night of the New Year festival, which Sateriajis rarely attended due to lack of interest. However, the three women that lived in the mansion with him had managed to pressure the Duke into attending this year. With a sigh, he leaves the mansion to the eldest woman and leaves through the double doors with the women having hopes that Sateriajis will enjoy himself, and even better, bring a woman to the mansion.

Knowing that Lasaland often rains and the festival's location is quite a ways from the mansion, the Duke takes a carriage and arrives a while later. Upon entering the festival, Sateriajis notices something he's never seen before; a pink-haired woman with ocean blue eyes. A closer look revealed that she was very beautiful. The Duke would love to have this woman, but it was more than likely because of her beauty, that she already had a mate. So he didn't even take a chance; he just joined the festival with the rest of the crowd.

Throughout the festival, Sateriajis couldn't stop thinking about the pink-haired woman."She's such a beautiful woman. I would love to talk to her." He closed his eyes and entered his own world. A while later, he felt his shoulder being tapped a few times. The Duke looks behind him and is surprised at what he saw.

His shoulder was being tapped by…

The Duke's flashback was interrupted by knocking on the glass door. He turns to see Mikulia with a rag in her hand. She opens the door slowly. "Duke, I have cleaned up the wine and glass in case you wanted me to." Sateriajis nods in approval and the peasant walks down a hallway.

"It is getting late, might as well go inside." He thought as he re-entered the mansion. As the Duke began walking up the staircase that leads to his chambers, a voice stopped the man in his tracks."Hello Duke; I was looking everywhere for you." Sateriajis turns to see the woman he's married to. "Yes, Lukana, what do you need?"

The tailor was silent for a moment. "I wanted to talk to you about the baby." The Duke immediately speaks strictly."Have you changed your mind?" Lukana looked down and rubbed her stomach."I'm sorry Duke, I haven't." She was about to speak again, but the Duke held up one of his hands. He turned around looking very angry."Lukana, it's been six months and everything is still the same. Unless you were telling me you changed your mind, I do not wish to speak to you."

Sateriajis continued up the stairs leaving Lukana alone."Another conversation failed and I forgot what I was going to tell him."Shrugging her shoulders, Lukana walks down a random hallway, but hides behind a wall when she heard the three women talking about her.

"Lukana still hasn't changed her mind and it's obvious the Duke is getting angrier every day." Mikulia said quietly.

Gumina sighed with frustration."I know; I can't believe she won't get him involved; the Duke is the father after all."

Meilis shook her head."I know; we are just friends he allowed to live here. But Lukana is his wife; it's been six months and if she doesn't change her mind soon, who knows what will happen? Lukana really needs the Duke."

Both women nodded at the statement, and then Gumina spoke."You're absolutely right Meilis; she may need him more than ever at this point and not even realize it."

After the three women walked down the hallway, Lukana clutched her chest and rubbed her stomach.

"Are they right? Am I really going to need the Duke that much?"

Yes, I know it's probably one of the worst chapters you've ever read and it was bad as hell. However, I do plan to continue it anyway. If you are wondering about the flashback, I'm going to be splitting it for POV's. I hope it was somehow enjoyable. If it was then…

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