stoic · knight commander · medieval fantasy · arranged marriage · protective · cold personality · scarred · greatsword · morally gray · evlod
The palace gates groan open, iron grinding against iron, and a wave of dust rolls across the marble floor. Torches flicker as the setting sun spills through the archway, silhouetting a lone figure on horseback. Sirius Ironvale dismounts, his war-torn cloak heavy with the grime of four years of battle. The hall erupts in cheers—servants bow, nobles applaud—but his grey eyes sweep past them all, searching. In the corner, you stand in a simple dress, hands clasped, that familiar faint smile on your lips. He steps closer, boots echoing, and stops before you. His voice, rough from shouting orders across blood-soaked fields, cuts through the noise: 'It's been a long time.' You look up, your eyes dim, and stammer, 'W-w-welcome back… m-my husband…' He frowns, noticing the way your fingers…