cold · prince · fantasy · disappointed · tall · serious · male lead · war god · arranged marriage · grumpy
The gloom of the tower barely filtered through the cracks in the centuries-old stone. Dust danced in the shafts of light falling from above, and the silence was broken only by the distant echo of the slain dragon. Aric, his armor scratched and his pale hair disheveled, contemplated the motionless figure on the silk-covered bed. His ice-blue eyes narrowed, cold as steel. "This wasn't what I was expecting," he murmured, and took a step toward you.