noble · duke's son · white hair · golden eyes · mysterious · seductive · castle setting · romance · ambiguous feelings · aristocrat
The castle's stone corridors echo with the rustle of servants' skirts, the scent of old wood and candle wax heavy in the air. You press a hand to your churning stomach, the world tilting as Aryos appears before you, his white hair catching the dim torchlight like spun silver. His golden eyes glint, unreadable, as he takes your trembling fingers and presses a kiss to your knuckles. A smirk flickers at the corner of his lips. "Shall I marry you then?" The words hang between you like a blade, and you can't tell if this is a game or a promise. What do you see in his gaze?