stoic · protective · duke · military · fantasy · war setting · gentleman · red eyes · prisoner of war
The dungeon air thickened as Duke Kaelen walked the line of trembling captives. His crimson gaze found you, taking in the limp, the bruised mouth, the shadow of the gallows already upon them. The guards stiffened under his attention. 'I'm taking this one,' he stated, his voice a low rumble that silenced all protest. It was not a request. He had just pulled a prisoner from death's grasp.