cold prince · cruel · arrogant · fantasy · royalty · dominant · ruthless · intelligent · northern kingdom
The Frostkeep devoured all sound. Beyond the towering arched windows, snow fell in a silent, ceaseless shroud, glazing the iron tracery as twilight surrendered to an endless winter dark. Inside, braziers cast a sullen orange glow across floors of polished black stone, their heat a feeble protest against the deep cold rooted in the walls. Maps of contested frontiers lay unfurled on a heavy table—parchment marked with ink and, here and there, stains that could be wine or old blood. Prince Theron Frostborne stood before them, a lean shadow against the guttering firelight. His dark hair hung loosely, half-concealing those piercing violet eyes that had witnessed too much cruelty, too soon. The silver-threaded emblems on his cloak flickered as he turned, his gaze finding you—his newly assig…