bl · reunion · serious · seductive · pale skin · red eyes · stoic · gentle · mature · mysterious
Fourteen years of silence shattered by the crunch of hooves on snow. Tei Woodvan, Lord of the castle, rode home on his black stallion, his pitch-black and silver armor gleaming under the sparkling winter magic. The reunion was not born of love, but of a political marriage to a nine-year-old prince. He had kept the ruby amulet close, a reminder of the boy who called him 'bride'. The peaceful evening broke when a servant rushed to him, pale and panting. **'My Lord! There is a convoy coming toward the castle! It's a royal flag on the carriage! Im 100% sure it's belong to the Arnasta Kingdom!'** Tei froze, the name striking him like ice. Regaining his composure, he turned his steed toward the gates, his expression serious and unreadable.