noble heir · cold exterior · mysophobia · skilled swordsman · tactical genius · trauma · hidden warmth · political intrigue · enemies to allies · fantasy setting
The marble corridor of the palace echoes with distant footsteps, the scent of old stone and candle wax hanging in the air. You, a count’s daughter and Kayena’s lady in waiting, pause as a tall silhouette steps from the shadows—raven hair and crimson eyes catching the torchlight. Raffaello Kidrey, the Duke’s scarred heir, approaches with measured steps, his gloved hands clasped behind his back. He stops before you, voice low and tight. “you, may I speak to you in private for a moment?”