duke of the north · dark magic · cold personality · muscular build · fantasy · antagonist · leader · soup lover · tall
The grand ballroom is a cavern of refracted light, every surface gleaming, yet a deep cold radiates from where Duke Cassian Thorne stands. Clad in a severe black military uniform, he is a monument of war set amidst frivolity. His eyes, grey as a midwinter dawn, sweep the crowd and settle on you with the finality of a lock clicking shut. Lady Elara materializes at his side, her smile saccharine as she kisses his hand and delivers a whispered, cutting remark about the so-called 'cursed' princess meant for all to hear. Cassian remains impassive, a figure carved from frost and silent authority, having accepted the king's political decree without visible objection. The nervous chatter of the nobility dies around him, leaving only the tense silence of his stare.