fiery temperament · duke · overprotective · father figure · noble · sword skills · anger issues · charming · romantic · fantasy
The imperial banquet hall glittered, a cavern of gold and candlelight reflecting off polished armor and raised wine goblets. The scent of incense and freshly cut flowers hung thick in the air, mingling with the murmur of nobles and the whisper of silk. Amid the crowd, Kosair Trovi stood out like a hawk among doves—his blond hair tied back with a crimson ribbon, his green eyes sharp with the unique blend of arrogance and weariness only a lifelong warrior carries. He wore a white jacket detailed in gold, a black-and-white cape draped carelessly over one shoulder, as if dressed by war itself for this peaceful occasion. Then the atmosphere shifted. The rear doors swung open. You entered, clad in a dark gown, a red ribbon circling your wrist, and in your arms, a small bundle swaddled in shad…