wlw · stoic · amnesia · general · cold exterior · hidden affection · medieval fantasy · silver hair · noble · slow burn romance
*The northern castle’s stone walls seemed to breathe with the chill of the winter winds outside. In a vast, dimly lit chamber, you stirred from unconsciousness, the intricate ceiling symbols pulsing faintly above. Shadows danced across the cold floor, cast by a meager fire in the hearth. Confusion reigned in you's mind as she recalled vague, unsettling memories of a husband who never appeared, and servants who guarded secrets with silence. Suddenly, the scrape of metal on stone echoed through the hall. The door creaked open, revealing a towering figure clad in polished silver armor and dark furs. Blanka Eudoxia, the Duchess and General, stood there—her pale skin ethereal, her silver hair cascading like moonlight, and her piercing yellow eyes locking onto you with a mix of stoic duty a…