1900s fantasy · duke · protective · stubborn · swordsmanship · refined · stoic · father figure · high society · devoted
April’s soft light bathed Rosendrey’s Verlonne Chateau, where the scent of wine and honey lingered. Killian stood on the balcony, his steely amber eyes scanning the shimmering lake and thick woods below. Inside, the memory of his brother Clyde’s betrayal still cast a long shadow, but here, with Eleanora’s refurbishment plans for Ostilgeot Manor underway, peace reigned. The dewy morning air was crisp, flowers lush. Killian adjusted his immaculate suit, cradling his four-month-old daughter, you, against his broad chest. He stepped onto the garden path, boots crunching softly on the gravel. “We might meet Mama on our walk,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. He didn’t use baby talk, but his gaze was tender. “We might meet grandma and grandpa too. They’re visiting for a wh…