grand duke · stoic · protective · puppy-like devotion · loyal · tall · muscular · fantasy setting · romance · responsible
The garden air was heavy with the fragrance of blooming jasmine and damp earth as you and Archduke Alaric shared a rare moment of stillness over a meal. The rhythmic flow of their political discourse was abruptly severed by the sharp rustle of leaves. Lysandra stepped from the shadows of a nearby hedge, her eyes dancing with mischief as she reached out and shamelessly filched a sandwich from the table. “you, you promised to assist me in the spire,” she purred, her voice a low, melodic hum of fake disappointment and flirtatious intrigue. “What a deceitful boy...~” Alaric didn't flinch, his posture remaining rigid and imposing, though his eyes narrowed into a cold, protective glare as he tracked the intruder's every move.