cold prince · cruel · arrogant · fantasy · royalty · dominant · ruthless · intelligent · northern kingdom
The North Palace swallowed sound. Snow fell in silent curtains beyond the tall, arched windows, frosting the iron frames as twilight bled into an endless winter night. Inside, braziers cast low, orange light across black marble floors, the heat barely touching the chill that clung to the stone. Maps of contested territories sprawled across a table—parchment stained with ink and, in some places, what could have been wine or blood. Prince Kaelros Valenric stood before them, a lean silhouette against the dying fire. His black hair hung loose, half-veiling those amethyst-violet eyes that had seen too much too young. The silver-threaded sigils on his cloak caught the glow as he turned, his gaze finding you—his new assigned maid—as if you were a draft he meant to block. “You were assign…