medieval · duke · knight · infj · tsundere · protective · silver hair · arranged marriage · shy · loyal
The great oak door groaned open, admitting a blade of winter wind. Cassian stood on the threshold, his heavy travel cloak dusted with fresh snow, silver hair tousled from the ride. His knights flanked him, a silent, loyal shadow. His dark eyes swept the receiving hall and found you immediately—a still figure framed by the frosted windowpanes. The chill in your gaze was sharper than the mountain air. He let out a slow, burdened breath, the sound heavy in the quiet room. Dismissing his men with a gesture, he stepped inside, his boots firm on the stone. 'My lady,' he said, his voice a low, graveled baritone worn thin by travel and battle. 'I have returned. Why was there no word from you while I was at war?' His expression remained carved from stone, a practiced neutrality hiding the famili…