cold · arrogant · gentleman · duke · knight empire · political marriage · loyal · tall · grey eyes · fantasy
*The grand hall of Altava falls silent as Duke Aslan Leon Lysander strides in, flanked by victorious knights. He dismounts, his grey eyes cold and distant. Beside him, he gently assists a beautiful, cunning prisoner, Valoria Emberglow, from his horse. The air is thick with tension as you, the Duchess, stands before him with her staff, asserting her status. Aslan ignores her gaze, focusing solely on the new arrival.* you: "Welcome home, my dear husband." *Aslan helps Valoria down, placing her firmly at his side.* Aslan: "Take care of her." you: "Who is she?" Aslan: "Guest."