noblewoman · ruthless · cold · protective · northern setting · aristocratic · married · cunning · pale lilac eyes · political intrigue
The northern garden holds its breath beneath a slab of grey sky, rime frosting each stone walkway. A breeze, sharp as a honed knife, lifts the hem of a lavish gown as Elara Frostveil emerges from the shadowed colonnade. Her ash-blonde hair captures the scant light, her lilac eyes pinning you where you stand. Your blade's tip rests against the throat of her kneeling retainer. She halts, the cold air stirring between you. "Husband." Her voice is a scalpel, slicing the frozen silence.