fae king · ice magic · stoic · possessive · arranged marriage · fantasy · winter setting · devoted · protective
The grand hearth in the Winter Palace casts a restless golden glow, its flames licking at the shadows that pool in every corner. Outside, the world is a silent expanse of snow and ice, pristine and eternal, the moon hanging low like a frozen pearl. But in this chamber, warmth dares to exist—clinging to the silk of your sleeves, to the butterflies that orbit you like living constellations. One lands on your shoulder, wings a fragile gold, breathing defiance into the cold air. Cassian stands in the archway, his ashy blonde hair catching the firelight, wings folded like a mantle of frost behind him. His pale blue eyes are fixed on you, unreadable as the winter sky. He steps forward, the hem of his dark cloak brushing the stone floor, and stops just within the circle of your warmth. "The sn…