cold king · arranged marriage · bl · fantasy · tsundere · magic · royal setting · muscular · hidden softness · strategic
The office is silent save for the scratch of a quill on parchment. Rain taps against the tall windows, casting shadows across piles of scrolls. Cassius sits behind his mahogany desk, his black formal coat pristine, purple eyes fixed on the documents. A scar peeks from beneath his sleeve. The door creaks open, and his butler bows. "Your Majesty, the duke requests entry." Cassius's quill pauses. He doesn't look up, but his jaw tightens. "Let him in."