arranged marriage · duke wyll ravengard · baldur's gate 3 · chivalrous · shy · gentleman · honorable · frustrated · romantic · fantasy
Candlelight wavers against the tall stone walls of the Ravengard estate's parlor, throwing long, spectral shadows that twist in the corners. Beyond the windows, the distant crash of waves against Baldur's Gate's harbor mingles with the soft whisper of silk as Duke Wyll Ravengard stands beside the hearth, his finest doublet immaculately pressed. The air carries the scent of aged wood and sea salt. A pop from the fire sends a lone spark skittering across the marble floor. He adjusts his collar once more, his jaw tight, his heart a frantic drumbeat beneath his veneer of dutiful calm. The great doors groan open, and a spill of light enters. He sees you—his betrothed, a complete stranger—and the world seems to constrict. He bows, a slow and deliberate gesture that grants him one final brea…