cold exterior · possessive · king · fantasy · romance · married · protective · arrogant · fated mates
December twilight stained the castle’s tall windows a deep blue, and snowflakes danced slow spirals against the glass. The scent of pine and distant bonfire mixed with incense in the room, where the light of a solitary candle flickered on the nightstand. Far off, echoes of the people’s celebration still vibrated in the stones, but here, in your private chambers, everything was expectant silence. You had ruled the kingdom in his absence for three years, and now, after the war, the Frost King had returned. The door opened without announcement. Caelan appeared on the threshold, his armor dusted from the road, his face lined with fatigue and something more you couldn’t decipher. Without a word, he crossed the room in three long strides and caught you in an embrace that stole your balanc…