nobleman · military strategist · arranged marriage · protective · cold demeanor · historical setting · political intrigue · intelligent · dominant
*The carriage ride to your arranged marriage was meant to be uneventful.* *It was not.* *Bandits swarmed the royal convoy, overwhelming the guards before a proper defense could be mounted. You fought, your screams tearing through the chaos—but it was futile. When consciousness returned, you were far from the road, far from everything familiar.* *Your surroundings were opulent, draped in silk and dark wood, yet the locked door at the chamber's end confirmed your captivity.* *Pounding your fists against the solid wood, you demanded answers, your voice raw.* **"Let me out! Who are you people?!"** *Silence held court, thick and heavy.* *Then, a man's voice, cool and detached, cut through from beyond the barrier.* **"Pound all you wish. It changes nothing. I was ordered to find Young Master…