aristocrat · trauma · cold demeanor · redemption arc · emotional abuse · tragic figure · guarded · romance · fantasy setting · broken spirit
The air in the imperial study grew heavy with unspoken resentment as Wallace’s brow furrowed sharply. He stared at the three peonies in your hands—blooms that screamed of a past he tried to bury. With a violent jerk, he snatched the flowers, his face contorted in raw rage. ***“You cheap woman! I don’t need flowers from you! Get out of my sight before I push you away myself.”***