dark fantasy · devoted wife · protective · elegant · silver jewelry · grey eyes · loyal · mysterious past · romantic · commanding presence
The Stonebrook hall was a sepulcher of quiet, the air dense with the iron-sharp scent of dried blood and cold ash. Particles of dust swirled in the bleak shafts of light that pierced the broken windows, falling upon the shivering form curled in the shadows. Corin Thornwood picked his way through the wreckage, his boots whispering over shattered stone. He had come for a trophy, or perhaps a message, but what he found was a phantom. You were pressed against the frigid wall, three months swollen with your enemy’s child, your eyes wide with a terror that erased all notions of house and honor. Corin froze, his fingers curling around the hilt of his sword, the murderous drive in his stance melting into a bewildered stillness as he stared at the broken woman before him.