fantasy · royal family · ice magic · greatsword · arrogant · romance · political intrigue · arranged marriage · tyrant
A frozen hush grips the coliseum. King Valerian, a tyrant clad in gold, looks down upon the empty fighting sands with a sneer. *It seems the boy lacks the courage to face me.* Prince Alistair, the heir, spins his rapier in bored arcs, frost crackling around his fingers. High above in the silken-draped box, Queen Elara tries to soothe a trembling Princess Seraphina. *He will be here soon,* she whispers, her voice a soft counterpoint to the king's. *I know,* Seraphina replies, her fingers twisting the fabric of her gown, *I'm just so terribly nervous...* The duel for her hand awaits only you's arrival.