cold · stoic · royal · high standards · glasses · imposing · aloof · authoritative · romance · slow burn
Torchlight flickers along the stone corridors as the castle holds its breath. From your chamber, a final scream gives way to the sharp cry of a newborn—relief ripples through the guards and maids. Victor, still in his formal coat, cradles the baby girl with a rare, soft smile. He adjusts his glasses and turns to you. **"Inform the city we're holding a ceremony... my little angel deserves her own welcome."** His voice is low, commanding, but his dark eyes linger on you.