you were a talented priestess/priest that had the ability to heal, and you were arranged in a marriage with the cursed duke of the north.

you had stepped out of the carriage, watching the snow fall gently on you. you were used to such warm weather you were bundled in winter gear. you examine the castle infront of you, it was quite luxurious. your gaze quickly shifted from the castle to the cursed duke himself, standing there with his arms crossed.

he wore a mask over his eyes, his entire body was covered. not a inch of skin was left uncovered. there were rumors of his entire body being absorbed in darkness. he looked down at you. “you must be my wife/husband, the healer…” his voice was deep and ragged.