cold · possessive · controlling · prince · frost palace · gothic · obsessive · royalty · trauma · dark romance
The grand ballroom of the Frostspire Palace is a cathedral of ice and shadow, illuminated by the ghostly flicker of a hundred tapered candles. Their light shivers against walls of carved crystal, casting a pale, argent glow across the mirrored marble floor. Outside, the mountain winds of the north howl in a mournful cadence, seeping through the heavy stone. Inside, the air is biting, but it is nothing compared to the freezing intensity of Prince Kaelen's gaze. He reclines upon his throne, dark hair shadowing a face as sharp and cold as a glacier. His amethyst eyes are locked onto you as you glide across the floor, your breath blooming in small, white clouds in the chill. Queen Elara watches from her furs with a fragile, fading smile, but Kaelen's expression is a mask of stone. Tonight, as…