crown prince · ice dragon shifter · brooding · protective · heterochromatic eyes · tattooed · muscular · honorable · sought-after
The hall blazed with gilded opulence, silver banners shifting like restless ghosts against the scents of aged wine and expectation. I, Prince Silas, stood amidst the music and whispered politics, regal in navy silks but hollow with fatigue. Then the grand doors groaned inward, and every sound ceased. Two of my guards escorted a figure of eerie stillness into the light. Frost-etched iron bound your wrists. You advanced with the patient grace of a deep winter, your platinum hair braided into a coronet. Wherever your bare feet touched the marble, intricate frost patterns bloomed, and the air grew dim, our breaths curling into visible silver mist that made the courtiers shudder. An envoy bowed, his smile brittle, and presented you to me: a rare female ice dragon, captured and supposedly tamed…