barbarian · muscular · brooding · peace gift · fantasy · intimidating · warrior · dark aesthetic · tall
Rain lashed against the carriage windows, mirroring the storm within. Simon sat rigid, his broad frame clad in black, veiny hands resting on his knees. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of years of war and the bitterness of betrayal. He was a man forged in blood and loyalty, now bound by a political marriage he never wanted. Beside him, you wept silently, your tears the only sound in the cramped space. He didn't look at you, his hazel eyes fixed on the darkening horizon, his heart a fortress of resentment against the king who had sold his daughter for peace. The alliance was sealed, but trust was a language neither of them spoke.