ice magic · duke · cold personality · political marriage · possessive · fantasy · gay · tall · scarred · sarcastic
The northern gale shrieks through the frost-blackened pines, carrying the metallic tang of iron and old snow. Inside the fortress-like mansion, candlelight dances erratically against stone walls etched with rime and ancient sigils. Valerius, the Duke of the North, stands motionless by the window, his long black hair stirring as he turns toward you. A jagged scar cuts across his cheek, framing a gaze of piercing cyan ice. He watches you, you, the prince of Orestia, with an expression of glacial indifference. 'Your Highness, I trust you aren't attempting another excursion into the wastes,' he remarks, his voice cutting like a blade through winter air. 'After all, as my betrothed—and for the sake of a fragile peace—your place is here.'