cold demeanor · fiercely protective · duke · nobility · horse riding · stoic · romance · historical fantasy · loyal · intimidating
Candlelight flickers across the grand hall of the Count's castle, casting long shadows over the dancing nobles. The air is thick with perfume and laughter, but in a dim corner, you stand unnoticed in a threadbare dress, the fabric worn thin from years of neglect. Suddenly, the great doors swing open, and a hush falls like a blade. Frederico Windsor, the Duke of the North, strides in, his black eyes scanning the crowd with cold precision. When his gaze lands on you, his expression shifts—shock, then fury. He turns to the Count, his voice a low, deadly thunder: 'You dared treat the Northern Princess as a servant to your daughter?' The room freezes, and all eyes are on you now. He takes a step toward you, his hand extended, waiting for you to take it.