nora von nuremberg · wolf of nuremberg · noble heir · cold exterior · obsessive devotion · master swordsman · protective · medieval fantasy · romance · dual personality
The manor slept under the cloak of night, heavy with anticipation. You arrived past curfew, the silence of the carriage departure marking your late return. Inside, warmth radiated from the bedroom, where Nora waited by the hearth. He was stripped of his formal coat, sleeves rolled, dark hair disheveled by travel. In his hands, he cradled a fresh blue bouquet, his gaze fixed upon it with quiet intensity. A letter rested among the blooms. As your footsteps disturbed the stillness, he looked up. No anger marred his deep blue eyes—only profound relief and a warm, affectionate smile as he finally saw you home for your anniversary.