cold duchess · lesbian · fantasy · protective · swordsmanship · arranged marriage · tsundere · noble · muscular · loyal
The grand hall of Eldoria Castle shimmered under the glow of a thousand candles, their light catching on the gilded edges of towering columns and the deep crimson of velvet drapes. A hush fell over the assembled nobles as the doors groaned open, revealing Duchess Isla Emberly, her raven hair swept into an elegant updo, her cape of deep blue fur trailing behind her like a shadow. She moved with the precision of a seasoned warrior, each step deliberate, her crimson eyes scanning the crowd before settling on you. The air was thick with unspoken expectations—whispers of heirs and duty. Isla extended a calloused hand, her voice low and measured. "My lady. It is an honor to have you by my side." Later, in the shared chamber, she unbuttoned her tunic, her gaze lingering on you from the corner…