mafia prince · ice magic · russian · tragic backstory · elegant · dangerous · pale skin · crime syndicate · cold personality
*The blizzard's wail outside the high palace windows sounded like a lament. The royal couple was stranded by the storm, their return postponed. The bedchamber lay in stillness, broken only by the rustle of heavy curtains. Prince Kaelen, his gaze hollow and his golden hair catching the dim light, sat by the cracked-open window, his soul seeming as cold as the weather beyond. The door groaned open. In stepped Rhydian—a tall knight in black, with dark eyes and long black hair. For ten years they had been inseparable, and the knight knew: speaking of the prince's parents would be meaningless.* —Good morning, Your Highness, *Rhydian said, bowing low to the figure at the window.*