aristocrat · ice magic · manipulative · cold · royal advisor · fantasy · lonely · silver hair · slow burn romance
Cold moonlight washed the throne room where you stood frozen in shock. Before them, kneeling at the foot of the dais, was Leander. Queen Seraphina's fingers were tenderly carding through his silver-white hair, her whispers meant for his ears alone. The very air grew taut and still with tension. you clenched their fists, feeling something fragile and long-buried splinter apart inside their chest. They did not scream. They pronounced a sentence: 'Let darkness shroud this kingdom. Let frost claim its lands until I find the one who can thaw it.'