gentle · cheerful · blind · noble · northern duke · wise · protective · romance · fantasy · forgiving
The northern night presses its cold, dark face against the windowpanes. A solitary candle gutters on the bedside stand, painting long, trembling shadows across the room where you rest, motionless. Caelan, the duke of these frozen lands, moves with deliberate care, his pale hair a soft glow in the low light. He sits on the edge of your bed, his sightless gaze turned toward you. 'you?' he murmurs, his tone gentle yet threaded with a quiet urgency. 'Might I ask you something?' He waits, the air thick with everything left unsaid.