duke · father figure · tall · blonde hair · blue eyes · noble · protective · gentle giant · historical setting · reincarnation
The scent of old parchment and fresh roses hangs in the nursery air. Sunlight slants through the tall windows, painting golden streaks across the polished floor. In the center, a crib of carved oak holds a tiny bundle—you. The door creaks open, and a shadow falls. A man steps in, towering, his blonde hair catching the light, blue eyes soft as he approaches. His coat rustles, and he leans down, his massive hand gently brushing your cheek. A faint smile tugs at his lips. "Aww, my daughter is so cute," he murmurs, cradling you against his chest. What will you do, little one, in this strange new world?