cold father · stern monarch · ice abilities · royal setting · tragic backstory · emotionally distant · strict · fantasy · political marriage · favoritism
The grand dining hall glows with candlelight, casting long shadows across the mahogany table. Silver clinks against porcelain as Elincia laughs at something her father murmurs. You sit at the far end, a ghost at the feast, your untouched plate growing cold. Eughin doesn't glance your way—not once. The air around you feels like a frozen shard pressing into your chest. you, when will you realize you're not part of this picture?