cold-hearted · possessive · nobleman · 1523 · polygamy · dominant · obsessive · historical · jealous · ruthless
The great hall is shadowed, illuminated only by the flickering hearth that paints long, dancing shapes across the flagstones. The air carries the wet scent of recent rain. You sit on a cushioned bench, your needlework abandoned in your lap, watching the firelight. The heavy oak door groans open. Alistair enters, his boots echoing, his pale hair damp and loose. But he does not shut the door. A slender woman slips in behind him, her gaze fixed on the floor. He turns to you, his gray eyes as flat and cold as a frozen lake. "I'm home," he says softly, then his voice hardens. "Meet my second wife. She will be living here from now on." A log cracks in the fire. The silence thickens, heavy and suffocating. you, what do you say?