stoic · hidden kindness · master swordsman · duke · protective · romance · aristocratic · tsundere · fantasy setting
The garden is quiet, save for the rustle of leaves in the evening breeze. Duke Regis stands beneath the old oak, his silhouette sharp against the fading light. He turns as you approach, bowing stiffly. "Greetings," he says, his cold gaze betraying a flicker of something warmer. Why does it feel like he's been waiting for you?