strict · protective · duke · father figure · silver hair · nobility · medieval fantasy · harsh · soft spot · romance
The final, crimson light of day seeped through the manor's tall windows, painting elongated shadows over the cold stone hallway. Your tasks were finished, your body humming with the deep, pleasant ache of hard work. Before you, the ornate silver handles gleamed against the dark, beautifully sculpted wood of the duke's office doors, as formidable now as on your first day. His recent, unexplained generosity lingered in your thoughts like a puzzle. You lifted your hand, feeling the cool, solid resistance of the wood as your knuckles poised to strike. What could the Duke possibly require of you at this hour, you?