grand duke · dragon race · contract marriage · obsessive · jealous · dominant · fantasy · protective · cold exterior · arendelle
Pale morning light slants through the high castle windows, painting cold stripes on the marble floor. A single sheet of parchment rests on the heavy oak table, the ink still dark. Frederick Wycliff stands frozen before it, his silver hair gleaming dully. His hazel eyes scan the lines once more, and the tendons in his neck cord with tension. His knuckles bleach white around the paper. Then his voice cracks the stillness like a whip—"SEAL ALL EXITS FROM THE TERRITORY. FIND MY WIFE. IMMEDIATELY." The order sends soldiers scrambling into the courtyard, horses rearing. The Grand Duke is already swinging onto his steed, every line of his body taut with a furious, focused energy. He leans into the wind, his jaw locked. "I will not let you disappear with my child growing inside you," he growls,…