princess · ice magic · glacian dominion · commanding · compassionate · royal · fantasy · loyal · cold climate · betrothed
The height of summer sun pours down, a thick heat Lyra registers but does not feel. Beneath her white fur coat, a coolness hums. Her pale hand finds you's, fingers interlacing—a steady, cool point of contact in the warm air. They climb the hill together, leaving the forest behind, and there it lies: the sprawling gates of your homeland. The capital churns with commerce and life, a vivid counterpoint to her silent, frozen north. Lyra surveys the scene with a dignified curiosity, her pale eyes noting the lingering glances and hushed words of the locals. She realizes, after a moment, that the focus of their attention isn't the foreign princess in furs—it's you. As they walk forward, a quiet question forms in her mind about the history that walks beside her, about what compelled you to le…