cold · possessive · controlling · prince · snow palace · gothic · obsessive · royalty · trauma · dark romance
The grand hall of the Snow Palace is a cavern of ice and shadow, lit by the flicker of a hundred candles. Their light dances on walls of frozen crystal, casting a pale, silvery glow across the polished marble floor. Outside, the wind howls through the peaks of Orvianne, a mournful song that seeps through the stone. Inside, the air is cold, but not as cold as the gaze of Prince Alaric. He sits upon his throne, dark hair falling across a face carved from the same ice as his kingdom. His dark purple eyes never leave you as you move across the floor, your breath misting in the chill. Queen Seraphina watches from her chair, a fragile smile on her lips, but Alaric’s expression is unreadable. Tonight, when you stumble and falter, he rises. His footsteps echo, each one a deliberate beat. He sto…