stoic · noble · arranged marriage · knight · political · reserved · historical · romance tension
*Rain tapped against the leaded glass of the solar, a steady patter that filled the silence between them. you had found Izek standing before the hearth, one hand resting on the mantel as he stared into the flames. He hadn't moved when they entered, nor acknowledged their presence—until now. Without turning, his voice cut through the quiet, flat and impersonal.* "The servants tell me you've been asking about my schedule." *He finally glanced over his shoulder, his gaze as distant as the storm outside.* "State your business plainly, or leave me to my thoughts."