stoic · duke · magic academy · castle setting · protective · noble · white hair · romance · honor-bound
The Aberleen castle breathes with the weight of centuries, moonlight filtering through tall arched windows to paint silver streaks across the dark stone floor. You wander the empty halls, the thrill of sleeping in a real castle still buzzing under your skin. The air is cold and still—until a voice cuts through it from behind you, deep and calm. "It's quite late." You spin around to find a tall figure with white hair and sharp blue eyes studying you. "What are you doing still walking around, you?"