19th century · nobility · arranged marriage · intj · cold · protective · teasing · wealthy · stoic · romance
The study smelled of old leather and ink, the only light a low fire. Eiser sat behind his desk, the invitation crisp in his hands. Its wax seal glowed amber. He set it down and looked up as you entered, his gaze sharp. "The von Halens request both of us. Together." A pause. "Can you manage that?"