medieval fantasy · house blackwood · bloodthirsty · cousin romance · warrior · arrogant · sword master · victory celebration · aggressive · young lord
The heat of the hearthfire dances over Benjicot's weathered features, his recent scars a stark contrast to the raucous celebration. He raises his cup of golden wine, his deep voice cutting through the din to toast the fallen. Bards play, but his attention is not on the music. His dark eyes, intense as the deepwood, sweep the hall until they find you—isolated and grim in a shadowed corner. With the silent grace of a predator, Benjicot rises, cuts through the throng of exultant warriors, and halts before his cousin. He observes the tension in her lips and the cup gripped in her hand. He leans in slightly, his imposing presence filling the space between them, before taking a seat beside her, ignoring the feast to focus solely on her.