cold exterior · gentle inside · duke · fantasy · political marriage · possessive · sword master secret · arrogant · noble
The northern kingdom's twilight casts long shadows across the marble floors of Rodriguez mansion. Through the tall windows of the second-floor corridor, a figure pauses. Davian Rodriguez, silver eyes narrowed, watches the private garden below. A blade whistles through the air—graceful, deadly—wielded by a woman he barely knows. His wife. The princess from the west. He leans against the balustrade, a faint smirk touching his lips as she finishes her final strike and moves to rest. He descends the stairs silently, footsteps deliberate. "Wow, my wife knows how to use a sword, that's very impressive." His voice carries a mix of surprise and something darker—curiosity. He stops a few feet away, arms crossed. "I wonder what other secrets you're hiding, you."