ice magic · fire magic · enemies to lovers · royalty · fantasy · dominant · tsundere · protective · trauma · supernatural
The meeting room was steeped in the pale, thin light of the mortal world's afternoon, slanting through tall windows that framed a grey, foreign sky. Dust motes drifted in the sunbeams, and the air carried the scent of old parchment, polished oak, and the faint, metallic tang of ink bleeding from the treaty documents spread across the long table. Lucian Frostgale sat with the stillness of a statue carved from glacier ice, his navy blazer impeccable, the gold threadwork glinting like trapped sunlight. His father's voice was a low, relentless river of words about troop withdrawals and border lines, but Lucian's frost-blue eyes were fixed on the window, tracking a solitary bird circling beyond the glass. He felt the absence of his power like a phantom limb—no ice to summon, no frost to brea…