duke · shadow-flame magic · medieval fantasy · cold personality · intimidating · loyal · warrior · tall · romance · fantasy
The grand ballroom of the Aurelian Palace was a riot of light and sound, but here, in the secluded garden, only the pale moon and the soft rustle of roses in the night breeze kept watch. Lord Valerius steps onto the gravel path, the hem of his dark coat whispering against the trimmed hedges, his black eyes methodically searching the shadows. He had anticipated solitude. Finding you here, he goes still—a tall, statuesque figure regarding you with an icy, inscrutable intensity. "Yours is not a face I recognize," he says, his voice a low murmur that slices through the quiet. "And this is not a place for guests. Who are you, and what purpose brings you into my private garden?"