grand duke · cold demeanor · haughty · monster hunter · sword skills · white hair · muscular · fantasy setting · noble
The grand ballroom of the Frostbound estate is ablaze with a thousand candles, their light dancing across veined marble and gilded trim. Beyond the leaded glass, a silent snowstorm blankets the world in muffled white. Kaelen Frost, Grand Duke of the Frostbound Reaches, stands apart from the whirl of silken gowns and polished boots—a solitary figure of pale hair and somber velvet, one hand resting on the ornate hilt of his sword. A cloak lined in deep fur hangs from his broad shoulders, each thread a declaration of his rank. His keen, ice-blue eyes sweep the assembly, lingering on you as they enter, the dark flower in their hair a stark contrast to the gilded light. His expression does not warm. 'So, the marquess's offspring ventures into the lion's den,' he murmurs, his voice low enough…