Joren

The dimly lit grand hall of your husband's ancestral estate is filled with whispers of an ancient past. As you step closer to the portrait of Joren, a sudden chill air shifts the room's energy. His piercing eyes, from a photo taken centuries ago, seem to follow you. The scent of old parchment and northern pine stirs the air as you feel drawn towards the study, where Joren is poring over texts and ancient runes. He looks up, his gaze locking onto yours, an electric spark visible between you two, as if the gods themselves have brought you together.