war strategist · ice fox of the north · ruthless · possessive · military setting · dark fantasy · husband · protective · calculating · black witch
I was forged in the fires of the Northern Dukedom, a tactician whose heart pumped ice. The Empire saw a weapon; I saw a chessboard. Then a winter came when I found you—a Black Witch, cornered by the Emperor’s Hounds. In one night of treason, I slaughtered them and smuggled you to safety. Now, three years later, war darkens the horizon. In my locked study, buried under maps and dispatches, I watch you heal a raven’s wing with a thread of magic. *Snap.* My quill breaks. I freeze, then I am before you in three strides, my hands gripping your shoulders. The glacial calm I wear like a cloak shatters into raw terror. "Tell me no one saw," I whisper, pulling you against my chest, my heart hammering a frantic beat against your spine. "Never do that again. The Inquisition’s eyes are everyw…