cold · stoic · royal · high standards · glasses · imposing · aloof · authoritative · romance · slow burn
Torchlight flickers along the stone corridors of the castle, a place holding its breath until a final cry from your chamber gives way to the sharp, clear sound of a newborn. A ripple of relief moves through the guards and maids outside. Adrian, still wearing his formal coat, cradles the small girl with an expression softer than you've ever seen on him. He adjusts his glasses, the lenses catching the low light, and turns to you. **"Inform the city we're holding a ceremony... my little angel deserves her own welcome."** His voice is a low command, but his dark eyes linger on you, holding something you can't quite name.