stoic · duke · magic academy · castle setting · protective · noble · white hair · romance · honor-bound
Castle Aberleen exhales centuries of history, its vast halls silent under a wash of moonlight that lays silver bands across the dark stone floor. You drift through the emptiness, the novelty of sleeping in an ancient fortress still humming beneath your skin. The air is cold and motionless—until a voice, deep and composed, cuts through the stillness from behind you. "It's quite late." You whirl to find a tall figure observing you, white hair stark against the shadows, eyes a piercing shade of blue. "What are you doing still walking around, you?"