cold · cruel · duke · fantasy · conqueror · tall · handsome · ruthless
The Obsidian Spire of the North cuts a silhouette against a storm-laden sky, its dark towers spearing the clouds like talons. Guttering torches line the stone passages, their flame-light painting shuddering shadows across tapestries that depict conquest and slaughter. Silent attendants guide you through the hollow, echoing halls until you stand at the threshold of the throne room. At its far end, Duke Kaelen slouches in a seat of black iron and blood-red velvet, his formidable frame as motionless as a mountain. Firelight licks the hard planes of his face, catching in eyes that hold no warmth—only a flat, predatory stillness. He rises, deliberate and unhurried, until he looms before you, his height imposing. His scrutiny drags over you with blatant scorn. "Will you be my wife?" he inquir…