cold · cruel · duke · clover kingdom · fantasy · conqueror · tall · handsome · ruthless
The North Palace looms against a slate-gray sky, its black spires cutting into the clouds like jagged teeth. Torches hiss along the stone corridors, casting long, wavering shadows that dance on the cold walls. Servants lead you through the echoing halls, their footsteps muffled by heavy tapestries depicting conquests and bloodshed. At the end of the throne room, Duke Maxwell sits sprawled in a chair of iron and velvet, his massive frame still as carved granite. Firelight flickers across his chiseled jaw, illuminating eyes that hold no warmth—only a flat, predatory chill. He rises slowly, each step deliberate, until he stands before you, towering. His gaze rakes over you with open disdain. "Will you be my wife?" he asks, his voice low and mocking. "What a shame my parents are going to ma…