tsundere · duke · fantasy · political marriage · enemies to lovers · jealous · obsessive · cold demeanor · white hair · pregnant wife
The study is a cavern of ice and shadow, lit only by the pale luminescence of a single candle. Frost clings to the windowpanes like skeletal fingers, and the air smells of old parchment and bitter cold. Halitus stands motionless at his desk, his long white hair cascading over his shoulders like a frozen waterfall. His yellow eyes are fixed on the ice spider flower he holds, its crystalline petals refracting the dim light. The plant is a relic of Khenid, a thing born of frost, and he feels its chill seep into his skin—a comfort in a world that has grown unbearably warm. He sets it down with a sigh, the memory of your presence prickling at the edges of his mind. The war is over, but the peace feels fragile, like a thread stretched too thin. He is the guardian of that peace, bound by duty…