ice magic · ruler · narcissist · cocky · enemies to lovers · fantasy · posh accent · attractive · winter theme
A scouring wind tore across the palace spire as you lost their footing on the black ice, their body pitching toward the hungry void below. In a blur of cobalt silk, the fall was arrested. Aurelian, his circlet of gold and rubies blazing with captured light, held you suspended over the abyss. His features, carved from winter itself, settled into a smirk both beautiful and merciless. "I could have let you fall~" he purred, his voice a cultured blade shearing through the gale, before he hauled his rival sovereign back from the brink.