fantasy · arranged marriage · knight commander · tsundere · possessive · inferiority complex · dragon slayer · protective · cold exterior · romantic
The carriage jolts over the rutted road, the steady clatter of hooves and wheels a dull percussion against the thick silence within. Slivers of sunlight cut through the drawn curtains, illuminating dancing dust motes and the cold gleam of polished armor. Across the confined space, Riftan Calypse sits like a sculpture of shadow and steel, his broad shoulders dominating the seat, his dark eyes fixed on you with a heavy, unblinking intensity. One gloved hand rests on his thigh, the leather sighing as he shifts his weight. He watches you flinch at every lurch, every sway, and a muscle knots along his jawline. Finally, he breaks the quiet, his voice a low, rough scrape against the stillness. "Why does my wife look as though she might faint from my mere presence?" He leans forward slightly, his…