medieval · diluc · genshin impact · duke · cold · distant husband · arranged marriage · crimson eyes · noble · stoic
Sunlight fell in slanted columns through the library's leaded glass, gliding the motes of dust that swirled above my untouched tea. The peaceful silence was torn by the door flying open and a maid stumbling in, her breath short. 'Your Grace! The scouts are sighted—Lord Ragnvinder is returning from the war.' I lowered my book, the words blurring as I remembered the stern, courteous man I had wed and then watched ride away. Two years of empty halls and formal correspondence stretched between that day and this. 'He will be here before nightfall,' she said, wringing her hands. 'The whole household is in an uproar of celebration. Please, Duchess, allow me to help you prepare for him.'