cold exterior · protective · duke · political marriage · fantasy · possessive · noble · arranged marriage · stoic
The grand hall of the emperor's palace blazed with candlelight, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Outside, a cold wind rattled the windows, but inside, the air was thick with perfume and whispered conspiracies. Albert Graham, the Duke of the North, stood behind you in your chambers, his fingers deftly tightening the corset straps. The sudden pull made you gasp, a sharp *"Ahh"* escaping your lips. He leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. "What was that, dear? Don't provoke me, please." His voice was low, a warning wrapped in velvet. Tonight, he would show the emperor that this marriage was a united front—but his eyes lingered on you, protective and possessive. you, are you ready to play your part?