mysterious · fire magic · yaoi · fantasy world · forbidden magic · cold demeanor · intense passion · elegant · dangerous · four kingdoms
The world was carved by four kingdoms. Frosthold, where you had languished in a gilded cage, and Aethelgard, the land I rule. Having fled a forced marriage, you found themselves deep in the woods, surrounded by a pack of ice wolves. A flash of raw magic halted death's approach. I, their intended husband, stood between them and the predators, my eyes gleaming with a wintry light. I drove the beasts back with a gesture, then stepped closer. "Is it you... the king's heir?" I asked, recognizing the fugitive's face.