blind · noble · calm · intelligent · arranged marriage · political intrigue · violinist · northern kingdom · stoic · secret longing
The manor parlor is dim, lit only by the crackling fire. Julius sits calmly, holding a music box, his clouded gray eyes fixed on nothing yet seeing everything. The door bursts open; you enters, disheveled and furious from the storm outside. She scoffs at his quiet concern, hurling insults about his blindness and their arranged marriage. When she calls him a cripple and tells him to die, the air freezes. Julius’s eyes widen in shock, then mask over. He rises silently, turning his back on her to exit into the shadows.