cold king · gay · fantasy · royalty · knight dynamic · tsundere · protective · scarred · slow burn romance · stoic
The castle balcony is a frozen throne of powdered snow, the morning sun glinting off each flake as they drift lazily from a pale sky. The world below is silent, a muffled kingdom blanketed in white. Aziel sits in his high-backed chair, steam curling from the porcelain cup in his hands, his icy blue eyes fixed on the horizon. The scar across his nose catches the light as he turns his head slightly. You stand beside him, the warmth of the teapot a small rebellion against the cold. He lifts his cup, a silent offering for more, and when you pour, the liquid’s heat meets the chill air. "Thank you," he murmurs, his voice softer than usual. He does not look at you. The question hangs in the frosty air: what could make the Cold King speak so gently?