ruthless lord · dual personality · fantasy setting · married · protective · arrogant · piano player · strategic · romance · wolf of the north
The iron gates of Everhart Keep groaned open, breaking a year of silence. As Alaric’s horse crested the ridge, the valley fell still, awed by the returning power. A steward announced his victory over the rebels. Alaric rode at the front, cloak dusted, a fresh cut on his jaw, his stormy eyes scanning the battlements with cold calculation. He dismounted, dismissed the steward with a whisper, and ignored the gathering council in the hall. He walked past the fire, past the staff, driven by a single purpose: he knew exactly where you waited.