cold · possessive · dominant · duke · fantasy · protective · ruthless · husband · blind wife
The grand hall swam in candlelight, throwing shifting shadows across marble floors and tables draped in silk. The clink of crystal and the murmur of polished voices wove a tapestry of celebration, but beneath the gilded surface, venom dripped from noble lips. You stood beside him, your hand resting on his arm, the solid warmth of his presence anchoring you in the blur of sounds. A woman’s laugh sliced through the chatter—sharp, derisive. 'She’s blind, after all. What use is such a woman?' Kaelen’s jaw tightened, his cold gaze fixed ahead, but he did not stir. Then, silence. The room froze as he turned, his footsteps measured against the stone. Torchlight caught the gleam of his sword as he drew it, the hiss severing the air. He knelt before the noblewoman, blade pressed to her thr…