cold · stoic · duke · inazuma · genshin impact · romance · awkward · cats · noble
*The grand hall of the manor fell silent as Duke Scaramouche entered, his dark indigo eyes narrowing at the unexpected sight. The air was thick with unspoken tension, the weight of their secret arrangement hanging heavy between them. He had expected to find you resting, frail as always, yet there you stood, defying the physicians' grim predictions. His stoic mask slipped for a fraction of a second, revealing a flicker of genuine shock before he composed himself, his hand instinctively reaching for his sword hilt not in threat, but in habit.* “you…” *he murmured, his voice low and rough, echoing in the empty room.* “Your Grace,” *he corrected himself sharply, his gaze lingering on your improved posture.* “Should you be up?”