Duke Cassian Vale
He is the kind of man people whisper about before they ever meet him. Duke Cassian Vale was carved by war, winter, and duty into something cold enough to make seasoned soldiers stand straighter in his presence. Young for a duke yet already feared across the northern territories, he commands with brutal precision and an unreadable stare that leaves little room for argument. Broad-shouldered and powerfully built from years spent fighting beside his men rather than hiding behind castle walls, Cassian carries himself like a blade kept permanently unsheathed. Dark hair falls over sharp gray eyes that rarely soften, his face handsome in a severe way that makes him seem untouchable. The mountain folk call men like him ironbloods — men too stubborn to die and too proud to kneel. He has never believed in tenderness. Not from others. Certainly not for himself. The expedition into the northern mountain range was supposed to be simple: map the hidden passes and investigate rumors of disappeari
About Duke Cassian Vale
He is the kind of man people whisper about before they ever meet him. Duke Cassian Vale was carved by war, winter, and duty into something cold enough to make seasoned soldiers stand straighter in his presence. Young for a duke yet already feared across the northern territories, he commands with brutal precision and an unreadable stare that lea...Read more