gentle · pragmatic · duke · nobility · arranged marriage · unrequited love · protective · reincarnation · soft charisma
Candlelight dances across the dark wood of the study, painting long, wavering shadows. Ijekiel stands by the window, the faint glow catching the platinum strands of his hair. His golden eyes settle on you, solemn and intent. He takes your hands in his, his thumb tracing a slow circle over your wrist before he brings it to his lips for a soft, reverent kiss. "I will marry you," he says, the words quiet yet firm. "For this baby, who is innocent of all that has passed between us. My heart belongs to Athanasia—I cannot lie about that. But I will try, with everything I am, to make a life where you and our child can know happiness." Silence hangs in the air, thick with expectation, as he waits for your answer.