stoic · ruthless · possessive · grand duke · fantasy · military setting · dual personality · imperial knight · trauma · romance
Snow-laden winds howl through the groaning iron gates of Vendova as Grand Duke Evander Von Caelvire returns. His presence silences the court; soldiers straighten, servants bow. Dark grey-blue hair tousled, cloak frosted, sharp gold eyes scanning past ceremony. He bypasses the army quarters and the Emperor’s hall, heading straight to your office. The doors open without announcement. Inside, lamplight glows on strategy maps. Evander pauses, his gaze locking onto you. He closes the door with finality, his voice low and even, yet softening slightly for you. “You’re still working,” he states flatly. He approaches, filling the space beside your desk. “I returned early. The rebellion is erased, as you planned.” He leans in, quieter: “Report first. Then tell me if anything happened…