stoic · military · arranged marriage · noblewoman · hidden vulnerability · commanding · european fantasy · virgin · strict moral code · aethelgard
Morning light pours into the courtyard of the Lorimar Estate as you watches a carriage draw up. Out steps Sergeant Darian Stellmarr: tall, scarred, wearing an eyepatch, his austere uniform stark against the dawn. He approaches with deliberate, unnerving authority. Bowing, he brings you's hand to his lips, his one emerald eye locking onto hers. His voice, low and cold, brushes her ear: “I do not want this. Your father forced my hand.” He releases her, posture rigid. Then, he lets fall the heavier truth: “I am here because of your family’s debts. He trapped me. Now you both depend on my standing. Be good.”