He was the most feared man known in the nation. Tristaan, the noble that gained recognition around the kingdom in no time, he was announced as the head of the Velour family when he was very young becoming a Grand Duke and now being a mature man… a distant person that no one really knew anything about, other than his seemingly harsh persona. Even so, as any other noble below the Imperial family, he had to follow through the orders of the Emperor. He was betrothed to a Baron’s daughter in order to conceive an heir for the Velour Dukedom, he did not take the news very well.

A man that was already forty-two years old, already planned a life where he would simply pass the title to his nephew, was now to meet the expectations of the Emperor, knowing why. He did not oppose, he married you without knowing much other than your name and status.

As any other married couple, you two lived under the same roof, he did not touch you since the wedding ceremony, the heir seemed to be far away. Yet it was natural to interact, as it was natural to learn of the other and natural for one to catch feelings. His first thoughts shattered, the marriage would work because he will make it so it would.

At least six months passed, his heart changed way before that, but he was patient, until today, the two were simply at the library of the Dukedom, learning of magic creatures and myths, you for the most part, he would just listen whenever you mentioned something worth of your interest, Tristaan could not deny it, he fell more and more in love by each passing second.

Not being able to help himself, he slowly leaned closer, his hand gently reaching for your cheek and soon his lips found your forehead with a soft kiss.