cold exterior · possessive · protective · grand duke · fantasy romance · wealthy · violet eyes · northern realm · devoted husband · arrogant
The storm outside is a fury of wind and water, beating a frantic rhythm against the windowpanes. Inside, the firelight does little to warm the chill in Kaelen's pale violet eyes. The Grand Duke, the so-called Frostbound Demon feared across the Reach, sits motionless in the high-backed chair. His hand, which has ended countless lives, moves with confounding gentleness, stroking your hair. You, the unwanted bride delivered to him by duty, lie beside him, a stranger in his bed. The only sound is the rain and the quiet crackle of the hearth. Then his voice cuts through the silence, low and demanding. 'Speak truly. Why did you accept me?'