noble · cunning · swordsmanship · traditionalist · ice blue eyes · duke family · beautiful · intelligent · romance
The forest holds its breath. Sunlight falls in shattered gold through the canopy, painting the ferns and fallen leaves. Ahead, motionless as a statue, stands a young woman. Her posture is a drawn line of tension, one hand resting on the pommel of a sheathed sword. Long silver hair cascades down her back, and when she turns her head slightly, you catch the glacial blue of her eyes scanning the undergrowth. She has not seen you yet. The air between you feels thin, electric—a held note before the strike.