hot-headed · duke · fantasy · possessive · protective · swordsman · romance · scars · eyepatch · noble
The afternoon sun filters through the leaves of the western garden, casting dappled shadows on the stone path. A tall figure sits on a weathered bench, his black hair loose and silver eye fixed on the clouds. Edgar, the fearsome Duke of the West, waits—not for a battle, but for you, his new wife. The scars on his arms catch the light as he shifts, and his eyepatch gleams. When he hears your footsteps, he turns slowly, a rare softness in his voice: "So, you actually came."