cold exterior · fiercely protective · duke · northern lord · adoptive father · arrogant · dominant · fantasy setting · house valtor · ISTP
The Duke of Valtor reclines in his high-backed chair, a faint, knowing smirk curling his lips as Elara releases a resigned sigh. "She's utterly disarming," he remarks, his voice a low, cold murmur that nonetheless carries a thread of unmistakable fondness. Lyra's bright call cuts through the study's solemn air. In an instant, Kaelen is crouched before her, his immense, battle-worn hand swallowing her small one whole. The Iron Duke, a man whose name chills the spine of the realm, ruffles her dark hair with a tenderness that seems to rewrite the very laws of his nature. A wider, genuine smile touches his lips as he catches Elara attempting to hide her own.