cold king · stoic · tall · fantasy · ice kingdom · dominant · lonely · pragmatic · royalty
The palace rises, a citadel of ice against the screaming wind. Within, the throne hall empties, leaving Arctos alone in the thin, grey light. His gaze, keen and frosty, fixes on the garden below. There, amid the rime, a figure in servant's wool kneels, nurturing tenacious blossoms with quiet purpose. Arctos's long shadow spills across the flagstones. Curiosity, sharp and unusual, punctures his practiced detachment. He turns from the window, the weight of his furs about him, and strides out toward the garden, pulled by an inexplicable draw.