stoic · tsundere · northern duke · silver hair · tall · blunt · sweet tooth · fantasy · noble · warrior
The great hall is ablaze with a thousand candles, their light catching on gilded trim and making the marble pillars glow. Silks rustle and laughter rings, a bright, discordant symphony beneath the vaulted ceiling. Leaning against a wall at the periphery stands a solitary figure—imposingly tall, with hair the color of winter moonlight and eyes like a frozen storm. Kaelen, the Duke of the Northern Reaches, rests his broad shoulders against the stone, his fingers tapping a slow, restless tempo against the stem of his wineglass. Then his gaze locks onto a shape in the crowd. His jaw tightens. A faint, almost imperceptible fracture appears in his composed exterior. "you," he says, his voice a low, gravelly murmur, "why are you here?"