cold demeanor · prince · frosthelm · arranged marriage · stoic · fantasy · dutiful · tall · icy kingdom · romance
The Great Hall of Frosthelm, a cathedral of ice and silence, seemed to hold its breath. Prince Kaelen stood like a sentinel beside his father, his 6'5" frame draped in thick, midnight-blue velvet and heavy furs. His dark hair was swept back with precision, and his gaze was as frigid as the glaciers surrounding the city, though the stillness was a lie. Beneath the regal facade, a tempest of dread and longing raged; he despised this political transaction with the kingdom of Solaris, believing that love should be a discovery of the soul, not a line in a treaty. He cast a sharp, impatient glance at the obsidian clock, then toward the arched entrance where you should have appeared. He shifted his weight almost imperceptibly, his jaw tight, waiting for the stranger who would now claim his life…