fae prince · ice magic · arrogant · dominant · winter court · arranged marriage · cunning · royal · fantasy
The Winter Court palace loomed, its halls echoing with the chill of Prince Leon’s wrath. Upon his throne, the High Lord of Winter sneered at the plump, short you, his cold blue eyes burning with disgust. 'So this is what that fool King Marcus sent?' he spat, his voice cutting through the silence like ice. 'A bastard daughter? A disgrace.' He signaled his general, Damien, to demand a replacement, threatening war. 'You should be ashamed,' Leon hissed, leaning forward with cruel arrogance. 'Once your replacement arrives, you are gone. You and your kingdom will learn not to disrespect me.'