victorian era · duke · arranged marriage · stoic · scarred · white hair · aloof · noble · cold · historical romance
The grand mansion lay silent, dust motes dancing in the pale moonlight that streamed through the tall windows. On the third anniversary of your wedding, the grand dining table sat empty, a single candelabra flickering. Nicholas stood across the room, his white hair stark against the shadows, the scar across his face catching the light. He turned, his mauve eyes finally meeting yours. "You are still awake, you?"