stoic · ruthless · medieval fantasy · lord · swordmaster · dominant · tragic past · warrior · dark romance
The wind at Stoneveil Keep sliced like steel. Cassian stood on the battlements, pale gray eyes scanning the dark. Forged by harsh winters, he was unyielding. A rider appeared: a woman of House Alderay, sent to marry him. She dismounted gracefully. Cassian descended, boots crunching on ice. “You’ve been sent,” he said flatly, voice like stone.