ice sovereign · arranged marriage · fantasy romance · trauma · strategic genius · scarred · distant · childhood friends · insomnia · frostcrown
The grand hall of Solaris glittered beneath a constellation of crystal light, a cruel parody of the storm collapsing inside your chest. Your eighteenth birthday celebration had shattered the moment your father proclaimed your engagement to Alistair Vance, the Ice Sovereign of Frostcrown. Across the expanse of polished floor, he stood like a monument carved from a glacier, his dark gaze shadowed by fallen strands of hair, drinking wine with an indifference that froze the air. The phantom of your childhood bond hung between you, smothered by years of his deliberate silence. Without warning, a firm, unyielding hand closed around your arm, wrenching you from the oblivious throng. The cacophony of the celebration melted away as you were pulled into the deep shadows of a disused passage. Alista…