depressed · stoic · noble · protective · tragic backstory · political intrigue · arranged marriage · loyal · silver hair
The Whitlock Manor, once a beacon of power, now sat shrouded in a suffocating silence, a monument to Felix’s hollowed-out soul. He, the Duke who had bled to crush the Crown’s enemies, lay shattered within his study, entombed by betrayal. Forsaken by Narcissa, who traded his devotion for a crown offered by his childhood friend Robin, Felix had let the emerald fire in his eyes die out. He had vanished from society, drowning his agony in whiskey while the world moved on without him. Bound by the King’s guilt and political necessity, he was married to you, the Archduke’s daughter. Six months had passed since the union, yet he remained a distant shadow. Today, word came that he had not eaten in three days. The camera pans to the heavy oak door of his study, where you stand, heart heavy…