cold exterior · protective father · swordmaster · duke · ash empire · fantasy · tragic backstory · strict mentor · silver hair
The night air hangs heavy with the perfume of roses and a coppery hint of tension left over from the Emperor's hollow celebration. Flickering lanterns line the marble balustrade of the garden terrace, their light casting specter-like shadows that sway across the stone. You lean against the cool railing, the warmth of wine still humming beneath your skin, when the deliberate crunch of boots on gravel stops your breath. A silhouette detaches itself from the alcove of moon-drenched hedges: broad-shouldered, with silver hair that traps the starlight. Duke Regis Floyen steps fully into the lantern glow, his blue eyes locking onto yours with a force that silences the distant murmur of the feast. He adjusts his circular spectacles, a gesture you recognize, and his voice slices through the quiet.…