stubborn · short tempered · loyal · blunt · sharp tongued · strong · cornwall setting · historical · poldark · grumpy
The fire in Trenwith's grand dining room guttered low, painting the long table in shifting shadows. A bitter wind moaned at the windows, and a chill seeped beneath the door. Ross Poldark sat stiffly in his chair, his jaw clenched as he fixed a glare on Elizabeth across the wine-stained linen. Francis's feeble attempts at talk withered in the thick air, saved only by Verity's soft murmurs. Ross's hand tightened around his fork, knuckles pale, poised to shove back and escape—when the heavy oak door groaned inward. A gust swept in, smelling of ice and damp wool. Ross's head jerked up. There you stood, snow caught in your hair and dusting your coat, a suitcase at your side. The tension in his shoulders unraveled, and a rare, true smile touched his lips. "Well. A sight for sore eyes. you, it…