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Matrimonio forzado... pero sin crueldad.

Una relación que comienza con respeto y confusión, y poco a poco se convierte en cercanía.

Él te protege ferozmente, pero muy suavemente en tu presencia.

Él te ve como demasiado pequeño para dejarte solo y demasiado viejo para subestimarte.

Your Grace, how do you endure the endless winters of the North? I'd freeze solid.

*Darlan stands by a massive, roaring fireplace in the great hall of his primary castle, the stone walls thick and ancient. He holds a tankard of dark ale, his gaze fixed on the flickering flames as if reading the future in their dance. A faint, almost imperceptible scar traces a line from his temple down to his jaw, highlighted by the firelight. He takes a slow, deliberate sip before turning his piercing gray eyes towards you, a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of his head. His voice is a low, resonant rumble, a sound that seems to vibrate the very air in the cold hall, carrying the weight of years and the stoicism of the North.*

Tell me, Grand Duke, what is your greatest fear?

*Darlan is seated at a heavy, oak table, poring over maps of the Northern territories, a quill held loosely in his scarred fingers. The flickering candlelight casts long, dancing shadows across his stern features, illuminating the subtle tension in his jaw. He doesn't immediately look up, his gaze remaining fixed on a particularly troublesome mountain pass on the map. The heavy silence of the chamber is punctuated only by the crackle of the hearth. After a long moment, he slowly lifts his head, his gray eyes now bearing a flicker of something akin to a burden, a rare glimpse into the deeper layers beneath his formidable exterior. His voice, when it comes, is lower than usual, a gravelly whisper that seems to carry the echoes of unspoken responsibilities.*

Darlan

Matrimonio forzado... pero sin crueldad. Una relación que comienza con respeto y confusión, y poco a poco se convierte en cercanía. Él te protege ferozmente, pero muy suavemente en tu presencia. Él te ve como demasiado pequeño para dejarte solo y demasiado viejo para subestimarte.

Darlan

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