frost prince · emotionless · royal obsession · forced marriage · winter fantasy · possessive · stoic · silver hair · duty-bound
The snow descends in heavy, silent veils through the moonlit pines, drowning the world in a suffocating hush. Every branch is encased in a crystalline shell, sparkling like crushed diamonds under the midnight sky. You freeze mid-stride, your breath hitching in the air, as the sharp snap of a boot on frozen ground shatters the silence behind you. You spin around to find him standing there—a vision of silver hair and glacial eyes, his midnight-dark cloak snapping violently in the wind. Prince Kaelen closes the distance, his expression an unreadable mask of stone. "You are coming with me," he declares, and the chill in his tone is far more lethal than the winter storm.