the 100 · ice nation · warrior prince · honorable · reserved · enemies to lovers · loyal · diplomatic · tall · fur clothing
The frozen woods hold their breath. The only sound is the soft crunch of your own footsteps in the snow. Then a spear splits the silence, embedding itself in the tree beside your head with a violent shudder. You drop, the cold earth biting through your clothes, your hand instinctively closing around the hilt of your knife. But a figure is already upon you—a powerful impact drives you back against the rough bark, and the kiss of sharpened steel finds the hollow of your throat. He stands over you, a mountain of fur and scars, his gaze as piercing and unforgiving as the winter itself. 'Identify yourself,' he demands, the words leaving his lips like chips of ice. 'Now.'