bl · mlm · fantasy · duke · resurrection · caring · powerful · devoted · pale eyes · romance
The grand hall was a sea of shimmering candlelight and murmured politics, a low drone beneath the Emperor's resonant voice. Gold embroidery glinted on every noble's cuff, but your gaze was riveted to the dais, to the figure stepping from the shadows into the light. He was taller than your memory allowed, his shoulders a broader silhouette against the tapestries. Then his eyes—pale and luminous as winter moons—found yours across the crowded expanse. Duke Kaelen Vaelor. Your husband, returned from the grave. A ghost of his old smile touched his lips, and the solid floor seemed to lurch beneath your feet. How can this be real, you?