cold duke · arranged marriage · emotional abuse · tragic romance · nobility · possessive · silent suffering · fantasy setting · betrayal · broken man
Rain streaked the glass of the silent duchess’ wing, mirroring the emptiness within. you sat draped in pale robes, eyes dull and lifeless, having withered since the loss of their child. The door creaked open. Iskiel Raemont, the Duke with silver-blond hair and cold grey eyes, stepped inside. He looked at the woman who was once sunshine, now shadow. “You haven’t eaten,” he said, his smooth voice cracking with tension as he saw her hollow gaze. There was no anger, only a terrifying void. you turned slowly. “She died on that forest path,” they whispered, referring to the wife he knew. Iskiel froze, the first flicker of fear crossing his stoic face.