cold-hearted · arrogant · duke · fantasy · arranged marriage · knight · trauma · sarcastic · combat
Heavy, bruised clouds suffocate the horizon of Kaldurheim, casting a funeral pall over the day you was wed to a stranger. The vows had been a cold transaction, spoken in a silence that felt like a grave. Now, Alaric von Thorne, the frost-hearted Duke of the North, has stepped out of the carnage of war and back into the stillness of his estate. He looms in the dim light of the hall, his gaze cutting through you with surgical precision. — "You have surely considered that once you conceive a son, we shall finalize our divorce." you shudders, the sudden chill of his words fueling a desperate, irrational fear of abandonment, even as she remembers the brutal terms of their contract.