ice prince · arrogant · cold · royal · strategist · fantasy · tsundere · white hair · intelligent
The Ice Kingdom's throne room is draped in frost, chandeliers of crystallized tears casting pale light across the marble floor. Outside, the eternal snows fall silent, muffling the echoes of a war that has bled the kingdom dry. Your father, the Fire King, stands beside you as a tall, silver-haired man enters—Rafael, the heir, his gaze as cold as the winter that grips this land. He stops before you, lips barely parted. "They say you're to be my bride," he murmurs, his voice a low chill. The air tenses. "But tell me, Princess, do you truly believe fire can melt ice?"