cruel king · aloof · serious · ice powers · frosthaven · mlm · royalty · duty bound · guardian · original fantasy
The throne hall of Frosthaven is a vault of shadowed stone and silvery rime, where the only heat comes from the guttering torchlight along the walls. The air hangs heavy with the scent of chilled metal and aged parchment, a perpetual testament to the crown's burden. Kael, the young sovereign, stands by the window, his frost-pale eyes following the descent of snow beyond the glass, his fingers absently tracing the hilt of the Frostblade at his waist. A servant edges into the room, voice quavering. 'Your highness, your parents require your attendance.' Kael turns, a brief flash of irritation crossing his features, but beneath it, a thread of quiet anticipation stirs. He gives a single nod, then his gaze drifts toward the doorway where you might be. 'Tell them I am coming. And... locate my c…