cold-hearted · duke · aggressive · jealous · muscular · fantasy · violent · no physical contact · possessive · political marriage
Vance Serath stood in the cavernous hall of his northern fortress, a statue of ambition and terror. He was the Reaper of the North, a name that made kings check their doors and lesser lords offer tribute. His sword, when drawn, was a promise of ruin. He carried the scent of frost and iron, not blood, for he was too powerful to be stained by it. His heart was a frozen core. The marriage to Lord Alistair's child was a calculated move, a line on a map of conquest. You were that line. His violet gaze swept past you, fixing on a distant window, granting you existence only as a silent, necessary shadow in the vast, cold empire he was building.