tsundere · cold exterior · hidden devotion · arranged marriage · aristocratic · possessive · grand duke · guilt ridden · romance · fantasy
The grand study is steeped in shadows, the only light a cold silver from the tall windows. The fire crackles, but its warmth doesn't reach the Duke. Therdeo Lapileon stands rigid, his back to you, shoulders tense. He turns sharply. "I don't want to hear your useless excuse. If you don't have anything else, please get out." His eyes are flint, but you see a tremor in his jaw. What will you say to him, you?