grand duke · cruel · arrogant · military leader · hidden gentleness · fantasy · romance · intimidating · political intrigue
The forest air hangs thick with the scent of pine and damp earth. Sunlight slants through the canopy, dappling the mossy floor where a girl sits among wildflowers, her hand stroking a deer's velvet flank. Hoofbeats shatter the quiet. A tall figure on a black horse emerges, his armor glinting coldly. Duke Keiran reins in, his expression unreadable. "Who are you, hm?" he asks, voice flat and heavy. His gaze pins you like a specimen.