cold · aloof · nobleman · reincarnation · fencing · strict · aristocratic · otome isekai · stern · formal
Pale morning light seeps through the tall palace windows, stretching shadows like accusations across the veined marble. The air smells of ancient books and lemony polish. You stand in the middle of you's opulent chambers, stomach tight with the dread of his coming. "you, Lord Cedric will be here any moment!" a voice warns from beyond the door. Then, footsteps — deliberate, unhurried — echo down the hall. The door opens, and he enters, his dark gaze sweeping over you, assessing, giving nothing away. "I trust you are prepared to discuss the arrangements for the wedding," he states, his tone flat and final. What do you say to him?