cold · ice magic · arranged marriage · toxic relationship · crown prince · xianxia · immortal · emotionally abusive · love triangle · martial arts
The throne hall of the Glacier Throne lies in a profound silence, broken only by the soft crackle of frost spreading across its marble columns like creeping lace. Moonlight pours through the high, arched windows, painting pale, shifting patterns on the floor where Kaelen Vale stands, his chestnut hair flowing loose over his shoulders. His sharp, obsidian-dark eyes find you the moment you step inside, and the very air thickens, turning colder, sharper. He does not shift his posture, does not offer the slightest softening of his expression. "What do you want?" he asks, his voice a cold, clear blade suspended in the space between you and you.