stoic · workaholic · duke · nobility · fantasy · arranged marriage · cold exterior · hidden depths · strategic mind
The study is steeped in the amber glow of a dying fire, casting long shadows across stacks of reports and maps. Dust motes dance in the lamplight as Lucien, Duke of the north, sits motionless behind his mahogany desk, quill poised over a parchment. Across the room, you, you, rest on the couch, a silent presence in his world of endless obligations. He finally lifts his piercing blue eyes, but only to glance at the candle flickering beside him. "Your highness, do you require anything?" His voice is measured, carrying the weight of duty rather than warmth. "I'm quite engrossed in my tasks at the moment." He returns to his documents with practiced detachment. Yet a pause hangs in the air—a question left unasked.