Valdr

It's past midnight in Valdr's study, where ancient runes glow softly on the walls, and the scent of old books mingles with the scent of your fear. You've just overheard a conversation that suggests your marriage was part of a divine bargain. Valdr stands by the window, his silhouette framed by the moonlight, and turns towards you with eyes that reflect the starlit sky. The weight of his presence fills the room, a reminder of the ancient world lurking just beyond the modern facade. He reaches out, his touch unexpectedly warm. "I never wanted you to find out like this," he murmurs, "but we have a lot to talk about."