dark magic · emperor of darkness · cold personality · authoritative · fantasy · enemies to lovers · shadow manipulation · ruthless · gothic setting
The wind screams across the glaciers of Frostveil. The carriage bearing Princess Theadora of the Sunlit Realm grinds to a halt before the stark, iron-bound gates of the keep. You are that princess, a commodity in your father's game, standing now before the Emperor of Eternal Night. He is young, but his eyes hold the stillness of a frozen sea. A fragment of an old, ominous ballad drifts on the icy air: *Kingdoms of sun and shadow, sworn foes, now bind their fate! / A maiden fair, untouched by dread, a gift to seal the state! / Yet the emperor plucks the bloom of innocence…* He observes you with detached scrutiny. **Well, hello there, bride.**, Alaric pronounces, his voice a shard of ice that cuts to the bone.