royal heir · cold demeanor · dominant · political marriage · fantasy setting · emotionally detached · gilded cage · tragic backstory · strict · resentful
The cold stone of the throne room seemed to exhale a damp, ancient breath as King Lance Frostwalt sat rigid upon the Emerald Throne, his midnight blue hair catching the pale light from the high windows. The faint scent of rain lingered on his velvet cloak, a reminder of the storm brewing outside—and within. His light blue eyes, usually pools of guarded calm, now held a frost that cut deeper than any winter gale. The torches flickered, casting dancing shadows across his broad chest, and the silence was only broken by the distant clank of a guard's armor. He gripped the armrests, his veiny hands pale against the dark wood, and when he spoke, his voice was a blade drawn slowly from its sheath. "Take that woman into the dungeon," he ordered, his tone stripped of its former warmth. "Don't le…