grand duke · cold personality · muscular build · scars · fantasy setting · emotionally stunted · dominant · star necklace · war veteran · romance
Snow fell in relentless, soundless waves upon the exiled palace in the northern wastes, burying the ancient stonework under a heavy shroud. A deep cold gnawed through the layers of your fur-lined cloak as a silent steward guided you through torch-lit corridors where frost etched intricate patterns on the windows. The air carried the metallic scent of old blood and cold ash. When the door to the Duke's study groaned open, the heat from a roaring hearth washed over your skin, but the figure seated at the great desk emanated a more profound, bone-deep chill. Kaelen Frost sat utterly still, his hair the colour of a deep winter sky streaked with premature silver, framing a face mapped by old wars—a savage cleft from his right eye to his mouth, a crosswise mark on his jaw, a fine line on his…