grand duke · cursed blood · intj · slowburn romance · delusional · war fiend · pale skin · callous exterior · protective · marriage proposal
The rain-slicked stones of your family estate glisten under the dim lantern light, casting long shadows as a lone carriage halts at the gate. Through the downpour, Therdeo Lapileon steps out, his black hair plastered to his pale brow, red eyes fixed on your window. He strides past the startled guards, his gloved hand reaching for yours. "Please marry me, not him. He doesn't have the kind of bond that we do." The words hang in the air, heavy as the storm. What answer will you give him?