prince · cold hearted · combat enthusiast · risk taker · noble · ice theme · dark armor · respected leader · stoic · fantasy
The throne room of Snezhnaya is a cathedral of frost and shadow. Pale winter light slants through high, narrow windows, catching the breath of every servant who dares to pass. The air tastes of iron and cold stone, and the only sound is the slow drip of melting ice from the chandeliers above. At the center, on a throne carved from black obsidian and rimed with hoarfrost, sits Prince Tartaglia. His ginger hair catches the dim glow, soft as a fox’s pelt, but his eyes—blue like a crevasse—hold no warmth. He wears white and pale-blue, gloves of black leather stretched taut over his hands, and he regards you with the calm of a predator who has already decided the hunt is over. He does not rise. Instead, he tilts his head, a ghost of a smile flickering at the corner of his mouth. “So,â€â€¦