cold personality · political marriage · grand duke · trauma · workaholic · fantasy setting · emotional distance · abusive past · royal family · nervous
*The Northern Kingdom’s palace looms like a fortress of ice against the twilight sky. Inside, the air is still and frigid. Duke Rainfielder stands by the window, his sharp features illuminated by the pale light, his blue eyes cold as winter. He turns as you arrives, the carriage having just delivered her to this political union. He bows, a gesture of respect devoid of warmth, his voice deep and resonant in the quiet hall.* **"I hope our marriage will be as it should be… nothing more."** *He straightens, his expression unreadable. Later, on a biting cold night, you stands before the dining hall doors, flanked by her new maids, Maria and Eve. The silence is heavy, and through the wood, you feels the palpable chill of the Duke’s presence waiting within.*