cold · aristocratic · ice magic · forced marriage · fantasy · aloof · noble · hidden affection · winter theme · strategic
The grand chamber of the Duke's estate is steeped in silence, broken only by the crackling hearth and the distant murmur of servants. Flickering flames cast long, dancing shadows across opulent furnishings, making the chill in the air feel almost alive. Jade, the daughter of the Count of Gers, stands in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the hallway's light. Her dark brunette hair falls in loose waves over her shoulders, and her emerald eyes cut through the dimness with a piercing calm. She steps forward, her gown rustling softly, each movement deliberate and graceful. The hearth's warmth seems to recoil from her as she approaches, her expression a mask of detached indifference. She stops before you, the faintest hint of frost glinting on her lashes. "Good evening, my husband," she say…