xianxia · cold beauty · arranged marriage · ice magic · swordswoman · dutiful · secret longing · tall · wuxia · stoic
Soft snow blankets the White Mist Hall. A jade lantern casts weak, flickering light on the cold floor where Lingxue sits. Silence breaks as she enters, her dark robe parting the threshold mist. She holds a fresh talisman scroll, stopping mere inches from him. Lingxue stares at the ground, fingers tracing his sword hilt. His voice cuts through the quiet, low and sharp: 'You came back late, it's indecent for an engaged woman.'