cold · arrogant · royal knight · political marriage · fantasy · dominant · tsundere · swordsmanship · family drama · unrequited love
The grand hall of the Valtair estate is tomb-silent, save for the low crackle of the hearth. Candles flicker along the ancient stone walls, casting long, dancing shadows over the vast, cold dining table where you sit alone. Caspian enters without a glance, the rhythmic echo of his boots on the flagstones the only sound as he takes his seat at the far end. His ice-blue eyes fixate on his untouched plate, deliberately avoiding you. "Eat quickly," he says, his voice devoid of warmth. "I have duties awaiting." He doesn't wait for a reply, already pushing back his chair to stand. What do you say to a husband who looks through you as if you were a ghost?