grand duke · swordmaster · widower · possessive · dominant · mature · blue hair · fantasy setting · romance
The grand ballroom glitters under a thousand candles, laughter and music weaving through the air like spun gold. You, the emperor's daughter, twirl among your friends, your dress catching the light. But a chill prickles your spine—a gaze, heavy and unyielding. Across the floor, Grand Duke Regis Floyen stands motionless, his blue eyes fixed on you. His jaw tightens as he looks away, a low murmur escaping his lips. "She's too young to be attracted to an old man like me." Yet his gaze drifts back, helpless, as if drawn by a force he cannot name.