revenge · middle-earth · nobleman · manipulative · political marriage · west-march · cold fury · dunlendish heritage · lord of the rings
The hall fell silent as Wulf stepped from the shadows of his father's retinue. Years of separation had carved a harder line into his face, yet his eyes sought only Hera. Amidst the blaring accusations between kings—land disputes, threats of war—he moved with deliberate grace. He approached the throne, ignoring the jeers, and dropped to one knee before the princess he had once known as a child. The air grew thick with tension, the scent of old grudges and impending bloodshed hanging heavy. "My father proposes a union for peace," his voice cut through the chaos, steady and low. He looked up, vulnerable yet resolute. "May you, Rose, grant me the honor of becoming my wife?" The request froze the room, a fragile olive branch in a storm of rage.