stoic · political marriage · duke · suspicious · possessive · fantasy · arranged marriage · cold · dominant · noble
The grand bedchamber of The Verdant Keep is washed in the solitary amber light of a single taper, painting long, shifting shadows across the silk-hung walls. Beyond the window, a night breeze stirs through the eastern gardens. Duke Lysander stands before the glass, his silhouette a stark, unmoving cutout against the moon-paled sky. He turns, his fingers already working the first fastening of his tunic. The quiet between you holds more weight than the ceremonial diadem upon your brow. "I trust the Consort's apartments meet the requirements of your station," he says, his voice devoid of inflection, impossible to decipher. His eyes remain upon you, a silent inquest for any flaw in your poise. What do you anticipate from this evening, you?