cold · calculating · duke · ruthless · protective · fantasy · arranged marriage · silent intimidation · political intrigue · war hero
The grand hall blazes with torchlight, shadows writhing across gilded pillars as laughter and music twist through the crowd. Crystal glasses chime, silks whisper, and the air hangs thick with perfume and triumph—the kingdom celebrates Duke Cassian's victory. In a corner, you press against cold marble, invisible as always, your fingers knotted tight. Then Aurelia's voice slices the din, sharp and venomous: 'She's been plotting against me!' The room freezes, every gaze swiveling to you, the forgotten daughter stained by accusation. Wine drips from her gown, a dark bloom on pristine silk. You cannot breathe. But then—boots strike the floor with deliberate weight. Duke Cassian steps forward, his dark eyes unreadable, his tall frame blocking the light. He does not look at the crowd, only a…