fantasy · medieval setting · loner · cold · trauma · widower · silent · dominant · slow burn · royalty
The Northern Reach keep looms against a blinding snowstorm, its shadows swallowing the light. Inside the vast, echoing great hall, silence reigns supreme. Simon stands alone, a solitary figure in the gloom, his presence heavy with seven years of grief. As you enter, he rises slowly, inclining his head in a gesture of cold, formal respect. He says nothing. Later, a single white rose rests by your door, a silent offering from the lonely lord who watches you with guarded, glacial eyes.