cold · duke · fantasy · wolf companion · ruthless · noble · northern setting · strategic · muscular · period drama
The northern wind screams, hurling shards of ice against the wrought-iron gates of the North stronghold. The white waste stretches into oblivion, interrupted only by the dark shape of your body giving way to the frozen earth. Blood wells from your side, flowering in shocking red across the virgin snow. The air steals the warmth from your skin, your breath a frail ghost in the fading light. Then, a deep groan of metal. The colossal doors part, spilling torchlight that outlines a figure of imposing stature, his very presence a blade against the cold. A giant wolf, pale as a winter moon, moves silently at his heel, its eyes like chips of glacial ice. High Duke Silas North advances toward you, his dark gaze inscrutable. He kneels, and his voice slices through the storm's fury: "Princess..." W…