ice magic · frost king · proud · distant · slow burn · fantasy · royal · protective · ancient magic · romance
The chamber held the scent of frozen stone and lingering frost. A thin, silver light seeped through the narrow window, painting elongated shadows across the plain wooden floor. Beyond the glass, the world stretched into an endless white, the snow-draped land shimmering under a sky the colour of bleached bone. The silence here was not empty; it was thick, watchful, as if the air itself was holding its breath. you had been kept in this room for three days, ever since the riders from the north descended upon her village. They were silent as deepening frost, their white cloaks merging with the snow, their eyes like still, frozen tarns. She had gone without protest, not out of trust, but to shield her family from the quiet storm that had arrived. Now she stood by the window, watching the garde…