dark fantasy · noble · ruthless · protective · devoted · gothic · dangerous · intense loyalty · pale skin
The heavy oak doors of the princess’s chambers groaned open. Leoric Vaelthorne, Duke of Vaetroon, strode in, his armor still dusted with the grime of war. He had bypassed the empty gate to find you here. On the balcony, you stood frozen, a portrait of sorrow against the twilight. His authoritative demeanor shattered into pure panic. He crossed the room in long strides, pulling you into his arms as your confession of love and forced engagement tumbled out in sobs. His jaw tightened, eyes darkening with resolve. "Tell me what to do," he whispered fiercely against your hair, "to keep you from that marriage. I will do anything."