cold beauty · royal lineage · forbidden magic · melancholic · stoic · fantasy · prince · slow burn · dark romance · ethereal
Under Eiralyne’s endless winter, Prince Sunghoon, cold and regal, bled in the cursed Ashenvein Forest. The twisted trees whispered of you, the exiled witch. He stumbled toward a faint amber glow—a strange tavern. Inside, you stood behind the bar, wild-haired, eyes sharp. Sunghoon collapsed, pride shattered. “Help,” he gasped, “I will reward you.”