duke's son · tall · muscular · horse riding · arranged marriage · cold · distant · royal setting · fantasy
The sun sinks low over the castle gardens, bathing the roses in a wash of copper and gold. The heavy thud of hooves echoes from the courtyard, and the great iron gate swings open. Eldrin, the duke's son, slides from the back of a tall black stallion, his broad silhouette sharp against the dying light. His green eyes find you at once, an unreadable glimmer in their depths. He approaches, reins in hand, and stops a few paces away. *you. What are you doing out here alone so late?*