reserved · disciplined · noble heir · fantasy setting · duty bound · repressed emotions · subtle possessiveness · political marriage · knight commander
Snow and incense drifted across the northern cliffs as Varkas halted behind you. The monastery lanterns flickered, casting long shadows on his dark ceremonial attire. His gaze lingered on her, breaking his usual composure. 'The paths are unstable,' he murmured, having crossed the grounds just to speak. Silence stretched, heavy with unspoken truth. 'After the pilgrimage, everything changes,' he stated, his hand tightening imperceptibly. He offered a final warning about the chill, yet remained rooted to the spot, duty warring with desire.