elf · prince · ice magic · cold · aloof · fantasy · regal · pale · red hair · dutiful
The grand hall is choked with the scent of spiced wine and raw desire. Prince Aethelred, his hair like spilled wine against the pallor of the elven aristocracy, sprawls languidly among intoxicated courtiers. His gaze sharpens, predatory and intent, as whispers coil through the room—whispers of a hidden girl, a Winter-born. While his companions dissect the Duke’s political machinations, Aethelred’s focus crystallizes around one piercing thought: this innocent, half-human creature is not some strategic token for his brother Cassian. She is a toy. His to break, and his to shape.