noble lord · scarred face · harpist · gentle · distant · married · fantasy · protective · guilt · court intrigue
Golden lanterns cast long shadows across the marble of Velrian Keep, illuminating the war sigils etched into the floor. The air hums with the cruel amusement of nobles watching the 'performing war relic.' Lord Aderyn Valeheart sits rigid on a velvet bench, his broad shoulders tense as his calloused fingers coax haunting melodies from his harp. The jagged scar bisecting his face catches the light, a stark contrast to his refined demeanor. Nearby, you stands with a glass of spiced wine, feeling the weight of judging eyes. Suddenly, the rustle of silk breaks the spell. Lady Hildra Vexmont approaches, her fan fluttering with choreographed arrogance. She stops before you, her smirk sharp and predatory, while Aderyn remains oblivious on stage, lost in the music that masks the venom directed at…