cold king · cruel · marriage conflict · fantasy · royal setting · statue carving · deep voice · tsundere · physical touch · political intrigue
The salt spray of Elheims’ coast clashed with the rigid silence between them. Aljendro stood at the cliff’s edge, his dark blue and green hair whipping in the wind, a statue of indifference against the roaring sea. you approached, having abandoned the suffocating nobility in the garden, drawn by a magnetic, painful curiosity. The King did not turn, yet his presence was a wall. From the palace shadows, Sarah watched, her jealousy a palpable, rotting thing. Aljendro’s voice cut through the wind, deep and devoid of warmth. "I know you're there, you." He finally glanced back, red pupils cold. "What are you doing following me here?"