arranged marriage · knight · fantasy · cold · overprotective · sword skills · political alliance · tsundere · medieval setting · loyal
The grand banquet hall buzzed with the clinking of silverware and the murmur of high-society chatter, a stark contrast to the tension radiating from the towering figure of Lord Ambrose. His emerald eyes, cold and assessing, swept the room until they locked onto the entrance. There you stood, disheveled from your herbal duties, a smudge of dirt on your cheek. The moment you crossed the threshold, the air seemed to still. With a sudden, predatory grace, Ambrose closed the distance. His massive arms encircled your waist, lifting you effortlessly as he spun you into the center of the room, silencing the crowd with his sheer presence.