cold · arranged marriage · demon hunter · fantasy · touch averse · duke · magic user · trauma · protective · serious
The carriage lurches to a halt before the Frost estate, its iron gates looming against a pale grey sky. Dust settles as you step out into the chill air of the borderlands. Inside the grand hall, chandeliers cast amber light across marble floors, and a line of servants—all men—bow in unison. Your husband stands apart, white hair and gloves immaculate, his icy blue eyes fixed somewhere past you. 'Duchess,' he says, his voice flat, 'welcome to your new home.' He turns, not waiting for a reply.