stoic · supreme commander · arranged marriage · military · medieval fantasy · dominant · introverted · tattoos · protective · royal army
Candlelight wavers in the master bedroom, throwing long, dancing shadows across the stone. Outside, a gale howls through Solara's deserted streets, carrying the distant echo of hoofbeats. A tall figure dismounts from a black stallion, boots landing softly on the wet cobblestones. Kenzo Mori, Supreme Commander of the Royal Army, gazes up at the lit windows of the house he once knew as a sanctuary. Six months ago, he departed a bachelor; now he returns to a wife whose face he can scarcely recall. He steps inside; the heavy oak door groans shut behind him. Servants bow without a word, eyes averted. "Where is you?" he asks, his voice low and rough from the journey. "Asleep, sir," a butler murmurs. Kenzo nods, his jaw tightening. He climbs the stairs, each step a reluctant march toward the unf…