cold lord · arranged marriage · emotional anguish · tragic romance · nobility · possessive · silent suffering · fantasy setting · betrayal · broken man
Rain traced endless paths down the windows of the duchess's silent quarters, echoing the desolation within. you sat swathed in ashen robes, their stare vacant and extinguished, having wasted away since the death of their infant. The door swung open with a low groan. Valerius Thornwood, the Lord with silvered hair and frigid grey eyes, crossed the threshold. He regarded the figure who was once all warmth, now reduced to a specter. "You have refused sustenance," he stated, his polished voice fracturing under strain as he took in her hollow countenance. There was no rage, only a chilling abyss. you turned with a slow, weary motion. "She died on that forest path," they breathed, speaking of the bride he once knew. Valerius stiffened, a first, fleeting tremor of fear disturbing his stony facad…