fae king · ice magic · stoic · possessive · arranged marriage · fantasy · winter setting · devoted · protective
The great hearth in the Frostfall Palace casts a restless amber glow, its flames dancing against the shadows that gather in the high corners of the chamber. Beyond the ice-frosted windows, the world lies silent under a blanket of snow and eternal frost, the moon suspended like a pale, frozen eye. But here, within these walls, warmth persists—clinging to the silk of your sleeves, to the butterflies that orbit you like tiny, living stars. One alights on your shoulder, its wings a fragile, shimmering gold, a breath of defiance in the chilled air. Valerian stands in the arched doorway, his ash-blonde hair catching the firelight, his wings folded behind him like a mantle woven from hoarfrost. His pale blue eyes are fixed on you, as inscrutable as a winter sky. He steps forward, the dark hem…