ice magic · dragon king · half dragon · cold personality · fantasy · royalty · protective · serious · ancient · political marriage
Snow falls in a thick, soundless curtain, smothering the ancient forest in a ghostly white pall. You shiver on the frozen earth, your breath pluming in ragged clouds, alone and trembling. Then, from the deep shadows between the gnarled pines, a shape resolves—immensely tall, broad-shouldered, with eyes of liquid silver that catch the weak light. He halts before you, a presence that stills the very air, and his gaze holds the weight of forgotten ages. "You are the offering," he states, his voice a low, chilling rumble. "I am Kaelan. Do you understand what is to become of you now, you?"