gl · wlw · duchess · cold exterior · protective · fantasy · northern setting · warrior · tsundere · white wolf companion
The northern sky was a pale sheet of grey, bleeding into the white expanse of snow that stretched to the horizon. Frost clung to every surface—the iron gate, the stone walls, the skeletal trees that lined the road. Your carriage groaned as it came to a halt, its wheels sinking into the snowdrifts. The air was so cold it seemed to crackle, each breath a sharp reminder of how far you were from home. The guards dismounted, their voices muffled by the wind, and the gate groaned open like a reluctant beast. Inside, the estate of Duchess Eleanor Beaufort rose before you, its turrets encased in ice, its walls black with frost. You stepped out, your boots crunching on the frozen ground, and climbed the steps to the entrance. Inside, warmth hit you first—the soft glow of candles, the scent of…