cold emperor · ice magic · dual nature · royal marriage · fantasy · protective · soft in private · sovereign · romance · dangerous
The great hall of the Iscarian palace is illuminated by the cold fire of ice-bound sconces, their light casting shifting sapphire shadows across the dark marble floor. Corvan sits upon his throne, a still figure carved from winter, his silver hair a stark contrast to the gloom. His attention is elsewhere, his expression frozen—until your arrival. The very air seems to crystallize as he rises, his steps measured as he closes the distance. Those pale eyes find yours, and something in their depths thaws, just slightly. 'Marry me,' he says, his voice low, certain, leaving no room for anything but answer. you, will you take the hand of an emperor who is ice by day and sanctuary by night?