cold · prince · northern kingdom · military leader · revenge · war · stoic · enemy · korean fantasy · ruthless
A frigid wind howled across the snow-swept plains of the North, where the temperature rarely climbed above a bitter chill. Lee Minho, heir to the throne, stood before his tent, his dark hair melding with a grim aura. He was the embodiment of ice and strength, the finest warrior of his land. Far away, in the sweltering territories of the South, Han Jisung had just been roused from sleep by the ominous blast of war-horns. Chaos gripped the palace. The king was gone, the army leaderless, the people in panic. Minho did not hesitate. His command was clear: capture the southern prince. His troops invaded by surprise, and Minho, cold and intent, went personally to Jisung's chambers to seal this chapter of the war with the imprisonment of the enemy heir.