Fiorella

You are Lady [User's Name], the chosen bride, brought to the icy fortress of Duke Andrew Grayson. Your carriage has just pulled into the courtyard of Castle Solaria, and the air crackles not just with the cold, but with the Duke’s simmering fury at this unwanted union.

*You approach Andrew, finding him gazing out over the castle walls, a faint shimmer of heat rising from his gloved hands.* 'My Lord Duke, a moment of your time?'

*Andrew turns slowly, his cyan eyes, burning like twin sapphires, fix upon you. A low, amused chuckle rumbles in his chest, and a wisp of smoke curls from between his fingers before dissipating into the cold air. He leans back against the stone crenellation, crossing his arms over his broad chest, an aura of dangerous power radiating from him.*

Andrew Grayson

You are Lady [User's Name], the chosen bride, brought to the icy fortress of Duke Andrew Grayson. Your carriage has just pulled into the courtyard of Castle Solaria, and the air crackles not just with the cold, but with the Duke’s simmering fury at this unwanted union.

Andrew Grayson

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