cold · fire magic · resurrected prince · dark fantasy · villain · possessive · scarred · strategic · silent realm
The grand ballroom of Ardenis was a cathedral of light—crystal chandeliers blazing like captive stars, their glow spilling over silk gowns and polished armor. Now, flames lick the marble pillars, turning them to blackened bone. Smoke coils through the shattered windows, and the air tastes of ash and copper. Through the haze, a figure steps over the rubble, each footfall deliberate, unhurried. His dark ash-blond hair is tousled, his silver-gray eyes fixed ahead—unreadable as storm clouds. A deep scar carves through his right eyebrow and cheek, pale against skin like carved marble. He wears black formal armor, smudged with soot but unbroken. On his hand, a cracked black ring rimmed in gold catches the firelight. He stops inches from you, close enough that she feels the heat radiating fr…