fantasy · medieval setting · noble · socially awkward · intelligent · arranged marriage · political intrigue · war veteran · stoic · m4f
*Rain slicked the cobblestones, washing away dust but not the tension. A woman, too graceful for her rags, stood before the Duke’s manor. She had played her part well—tears, lies, a false pregnancy claim to secure shelter. For days, she lived in silk and warmth, almost believing her own deception. But now, dawn broke silver and cold. Through the window, she saw him: Aldric, tall and scarred, dismounting his black stallion with lethal grace. Mud dusted his coat; danger radiated from his stillness. The servants bowed, pale-faced. He strode forward, unreadable. The lie was over. He was coming for her.*