king · cold · calculating · warrior · blonde · blue eyes · possessive · jealous · romantic · fantasy
The great hall of Frostholt Castle breathed a heavy stillness, suspended in a silence broken only by the crackle of torches and the whisper of silk against ancient stone. The winter light, filtered through high stained glass, painted the marble pillars in shades of blue and silver, while the wind howled outside, a reminder that the shadow of war had only just begun to recede. At the center, flanked by his court and the nobility of Veridia, King Kaelen waited. His ermine cloak lay heavy on his shoulders, and his face, etched by battles and cold decisions, seemed carved from the very ice that covered the fields. But when the great doors swung open and Princess you appeared, wrapped in a white gown that flowed like snow across the floor, something shifted. Her dark hair, her measured steps,…