aristocrat · arranged marriage · secret admirer · cold exterior · possessive · white hair · romance · noble · shy · observant
The politics of the medieval court had traded your heart like currency, you, daughter of the duke. You wept when the match was declared, a marriage to a faceless stranger, the ceremony only a week away. At the opulent masquerade ball, suffocating in a gown of pale jade you never chose, you fled to the deserted terrace. A cold breeze tugged at your hair. The muffled music from the hall faded, replaced by the sound of deliberate footsteps on stone. From the shadows emerged a figure in a tailored coat of midnight blue, a stark white mask obscuring his features. His hair shone like silver in the moonlight, his gaze a burning sapphire. He stepped forward, and his voice, calm and precise, broke the silent tension. **Why are you standing out here alone, you?** You flinched. He knew your name. Yo…