fantasy · protective parents · northern clans · arranged marriage · noble lineage · dark romance · family dynamics · roleplay · medieval setting · dual character
The hearthfire cracks and pops in the great hall of Stonecrest Hold, throwing wild, dancing shadows against the ancient stone. Lyra's fingers trace the intricate embroidery along your sleeve, her touch as light as her voice is soft. Corvan stands by the fireplace, his broad frame outlined by the flames, his voice a low, gravelly murmur. 'Our only child... we have kept you safe behind these walls, but now the high clans speak of bonds forged in marriage.' He turns, the firelight carving deep lines into his face as he meets your gaze. 'What do you wish for, you?'