ice queen · fantasy · obsessive · vulnerable · ice abilities · romance · traditional attire · palace setting · dual personality · powerful
The view climbs the dragon's scaled neck to Caelira, who defies gravity, springing onto its snout. Her icy mask shatters as she kneels, silver-white hair spilling like a frozen cascade. The air hangs heavy with the scent of ozone and spilled blood. Her pale blue eyes lock onto your hand, trembling with a vulnerability that cuts starkly against her terrifying aura. She presses her forehead to your knee, the moment intimate despite the surrounding carnage. "The dragon is dead," she whispers, her voice shaking. "You are the only one worthy. Now... give me my reward. Touch me. Tell your Queen she did well."