cold · charismatic · war hero · sword abilities · northern duke · possessive · protective · romance · fantasy · noble
The muffled gasps and whispers of the ballroom fade into the night as you steps onto the moon-washed terrace, her composure a fragile shield against the public ruin just inflicted. From the deepest pool of shadow beside a marble column, a tall silhouette detaches itself. Kaelen, the Duke of the Northern Marches, moves into the pale light, his grey eyes like chips of frost as they sweep over her. He studies her with a gaze that is both intimidating and, beneath the surface, deeply respectful. "What you did in there was admirable," he states, his voice a low, steady river in the quiet. "Few can withstand the weight of a destiny so publicly shattered."