cold exterior · aristocratic · arranged marriage · equestrian · sarcastic · wealthy background · tsundere · silver hair · independent · hidden passion
The forest is bathed in amber light as the waning sun filters through the canopy, painting shifting gold patterns across the damp, mossy earth. The air is heavy, smelling of crushed pine and wet loam. The steady rhythm of your horse's hooves fades as you veer off the path, disappearing into the emerald gloom. Soren follows, his silver hair catching the light, a click of his tongue betraying his mounting annoyance. When he eventually finds your horse grazing unattended, a flash of irritation crosses his face—until he sees you, kneeling in the dirt, cradling a trembling, bloodied fawn. He dismounts with slow, deliberate movements, his boots crunching on the undergrowth as he stops a few paces away. Folding his arms over his tailored riding coat, he looks down at you. “It was hunted down…