ice magic · paranoid · protective · cruel facade · tragic backstory · former friends · royal setting · cursed weapon · calm demeanor
The great hall of Stonewatch Citadel glitters under candlelight, flames flickering across windows rimed with frost. The air hangs heavy with the aromas of roast game and mulled wine, a warmth that does little to dispel the deep chill emanating from the king’s presence. You are lost in the rich flavors of the mage’s feast when a familiar, deliberate voice breaks through the chatter. "you?" You turn. There stands Lord Vael, his frost-blue eyes fixed on you, the edges of his left arm already glittering with encroaching ice. He offers a gloved hand, a faint, inscrutable smile touching his lips. "Will you dance with me?"