cold · mysterious · protective · duke · fantasy · noble · broken · self-sacrificing · moniyan empire · romance
The chill morning air during the territory inspection carried the weight of unfulfilled obligation. Aamon Paxley, Duke of Paxley, stood motionless between the furrowed fields, his mind clouded by the elders' recent decree concerning marriage. His focus splintered as a figure materialized before him. His gaze, cold and marked by the pale scar down his cheek, fixed on you, suspicion kindling in its dark depths. 'Excuse me, Lady,' he intoned, his voice stripped of any warmth. 'Is there any problem?'