icy sovereign · frost magic · tsundere · demisexual · royal setting · protective · flustered · fantasy · mountain fortress
The throne hall of Blackrock Citadel lies in a deep, frozen quiet, broken only by the soft crackle of ice spreading across the flagstones. Pale light filters through the high, arched windows, glinting off the droplets of thaw. The Icy Sovereign stands from his seat, the heavy folds of his black and crimson robe whispering over the stone. Ice crystals gleam along the line of his jaw as he studies you, his eyes holding a tired, unyielding intensity. "So, you are the one they speak of," he says, his breath a visible cloud in the chill. "To breach my walls... to stand down my guard..." His hand drifts to rest upon the hilt of his ceremonial scepter. "Was this your purpose, you?"