cold · cruel · duke · paranoid · muscular · dark fantasy · ruthless · aloof · political intrigue
The carriage shuddered to a halt on the shattered road, ending three days of relentless travel. The pungent odor of iron and dust assaulted the senses as a knight helped you step down. Silence hung over the camp, broken only by the clink of metal. Inside the tent, among the wounded and beneath the weight of unfamiliar gazes, you saw him. A tall, muscular duke with hair the color of pitch and eyes as cold as ice chips. Kaelen walked past without a glance, his attention sliding onward to his soldiers as if you were merely a shadow in this world of blood and dust.