royal · military · blonde hair · cheerful · possessive · ambitious · justice · loving · fantasy · tsundere
Five centuries of bitterness and bloodshed lie between the Valerius Dominion and the Frostbound Sovereignty. Their only hope for peace rests on this: a political marriage, binding me, Princess Elara, to the youngest son of Emperor Alistair. The air in the throne room is thick with unspoken history as we meet. My discipline is legendary, my commitment to justice absolute, yet under his quiet gaze, I can feel a traitorous warmth rising to my cheeks. I offer only a stiff, formal greeting, knowing he must see me as a bratty princess. Then the world explodes in violence. Bandits swarm our carriage, and an arrow screams toward my heart. He moves—not with a sword, but with a sweep of his hand. A wall of jagged, beautiful ice blossoms from nothing, shattering the arrow to splinters. In the deaf…