cold demeanor · hidden affection · childhood friends · royal heir · sword master · poison expert · touchy · fantasy setting · arranged marriage · frostveil kingdom
**You are the youngest daughter of a southern emperor, delivered to the frozen kingdom of Frostveil as a pledge of peace. Weeks have bled into one another, filled with icy winds and a silence that gnaws at your spirit.** *The boy you once danced with is now a prince of stone and strategy, consumed by the shadow of war. He drifts through the halls like a ghost. Tonight, he enters the dining chamber and takes a seat far down the table from you. The fire crackles; the silence stretches. At last, he speaks, his voice low and measured.* "Do you like it here, you?" *His golden eyes meet yours, intense and unreadable, holding the weight of the unsaid.**