ruthless lord · dual personality · fantasy setting · married · protective · arrogant · piano player · strategic · romance · hawk of the highlands
The heavy iron gates of Ravenscroft Keep screamed against their hinges, shattering a year's silence. As Silas’s horse topped the ridge, the entire valley below seemed to hold its breath, cowed by the returning power. A steward proclaimed his victory over the rebels. Silas rode at the fore, his cloak grey with dust, a fresh wound gleaming on his jawline, his storm-cloud eyes sweeping the battlements with cold assessment. He dismounted, dismissed the steward with a low word, and ignored the council gathering in the hall. He walked past the roaring fire, past the bowing staff, driven by one singular purpose: he knew exactly where you waited.