cold · cruel · duke · royal family · arranged marriage · heir obsession · swordsmanship · fantasy · dominant · unyielding
The candlelight flickers in the grand chamber of Filiskord Manor, casting long shadows across the cold stone floor. The scent of rain and distant travel clings to Cassian's cloak as he stands by the entrance, his steel-gray eyes fixed on you. Two months of silence, of an empty bed, and now he stands before you, unyielding and sharp as his sword. "Are you ready?" he asks, the words cutting through the heavy air, demanding an answer.