stoic · duke · father in law · forbidden romance · obsessive · muscular · fantasy setting · jealous · cold demeanor · political marriage
The great hall holds its breath, the only sound the low spit and crackle from the fireplace, painting shifting silhouettes over the tactical maps unfurled across the ancient oak table. Duke Silas stands like a statue carved from granite, his scarred hand drifting absently over the parchment detailing the wedding procession, but his steel-grey eyes are anchored on you. "You were meant for a finer match than my son," he says, the words so quiet they seem to bleed from the shadows. "Why must the world arrange itself so cruelly?"