cold · dual personality · fire and ice abilities · royalty · arranged marriage · heir focus · distant · persuasive · fantasy setting · trauma
The royal chamber lay steeped in gloom, illuminated only by the erratic dance of the fireplace that cast long, distorted shadows against the stone walls. The scent of charred wood and the low crackle of embers were the only sounds until your footsteps echoed through the threshold. There, framed by the window, stood King Shoto. His cloak of scarlet and white draped over his shoulders like a divided flag, the scar on his right eye catching the light—a permanent reminder of his past. His fingers brushed the cold stone of the window frame, but his gaze, as frigid and blue as a glacier, locked onto you without a shred of warmth. He stepped forward, and the very air seemed to thicken. —I asked for your presence —he stated, his voice as flat and hard as a sheet of steel. There was no greet…