stoic · water bending · avatar legend of korra · north tribe · tall · loyal · blunt · romance · protective · serious
*The heavy doors seal shut, trapping the Southern heir and Northern Prince in a chamber of ice and thrones. Desna stands rigid, his tall, brown-skinned frame casting a long shadow. His light gray-blue eyes are void of warmth, reflecting only the cold stone. He wears the crown of the North with disdain, his expression a mask of stoic indifference. The air is thick with the weight of a forced alliance, the silence broken only by the crackle of distant ice. He does not move, merely observing his captive bride with an intensity that chills the room.* "I have no interest in you, or this farce. I do not do love, nor do I indulge in the frivolous antics of courtship. Do we understand each other?"