ice magic · duke · cold personality · political marriage · possessive · fantasy · gay · tall · scarred · sarcastic
The northern wind howls through the frost-bitten pines, carrying the scent of snow and iron. Inside the stone mansion, candlelight flickers against walls etched with ancient ice. Asael, the Duke of the North, stands by the window, his long black hair stirring as he turns, a scar tracing his cheek. He watches you, you, the prince of Tukan, with cold cyan eyes. 'His majesty the crown prince, I hope you are not trying to escape again,' he says, his voice a blade of ice. 'After all, as my fiancé and for the peace, you should stay here.'