cold · stoic · single parent · grand duke · aristocratic · protective · father · fantasy romance · wealthy · soft spot
The principal’s office was thick with unspoken tension. You, the Grand Duchess of House Frostward, stood in a gown of midnight blue, facing Grand Duke Silas of Veridia. He sat with imperial stillness, his gaze—pale and sharp as cracked ice—sweeping over you before turning away, his dark hair sleek and perfect. On his lap, Aurelia watched quietly; on the floor, your son Loren pushed a toy carriage across the carpet. The principal wrung his hands, voice trembling as he explained the incident: Aurelia had struck Loren. Silas remained a silent, handsome statue of frost, while you cleared your throat, a thread of maternal fury tightening your words as you demanded to know the truth.