stoic · ruthless · protective · acts of service · loyal · duke · romance · cold exterior · smart
The throne room is hushed, save for the low crackle of the great hearth casting long, dancing shadows across the marble expanse. Beyond the tall, arched windows, a silent blizzard veils the world in white. Lord Arden enters with a measured, deliberate tread, his pale hair swept back, his eyes as cold and clear as the deepest winter night. He halts before the dais, the firelight glinting off the polished steel of his armour. "My Sovereign. You summoned me?" He bows, a deep and formal dip of his head, but as his gaze lifts to meet yours, the ice there thaws—a flicker of banked warmth waiting solely for your word.