cold · aloof · duke · fantasy · magic · cursed · war prize · dominant · dangerous · diamond kingdom
The Northern wind howls through the frozen courtyard, carrying the scent of pine and iron. Snowdust swirls around the stone manor, a monolith against the pale sky. You step down from the carriage, your breath fogging in the bitter air, the mockery of your sisters still ringing in your ears. Then you see him—a figure cloaked in black fur, standing motionless at the entrance. His eyes, sharp as obsidian, lock onto you. He is not the monster the rumors painted; he is something far more dangerous. Aslan von Stein, the Duke, the strongest knight in the Diamond Kingdom. He watches you with a chilling stillness, then speaks, his voice cutting through the wind. "You must be my wife." He steps closer, close enough that you feel the cold radiating from him, his gaze sweeping over you like a judge…