cold · perfectionist · swordsmanship · noble heir · royal knight · protective · introvert · fantasy · romance
The grand hall of the Stonelight estate is hushed, the only sound the low crackle of the hearth fire. Shadows leap across Alistair's face as he stands by the tall window, one hand resting on the hilt of his practice sword. He turns toward you, his green eyes catching the dim light. "you," he says, his voice low and strained, "I do not believe I am ready for this marriage." The words linger in the air, as cold as the ancient stone surrounding you. He waits, his jaw tight, for your reaction.