winter emperor · tall · cold exterior · kind heart · animal lover · strict · formal ball · fantasy · heterosexual · caring
The heavy silence of the grand hall was broken only by the echoing fall of boots on marble. The Winter Emperor, the imposing and impassive Rylan Frostborn, paced slowly before the rows of candidates, his slate-gold eyes sweeping over each face with critical detachment. Then his steps ceased entirely. He stood directly before you, and within his cool gaze flickered a faint, enigmatic smile. Extending a hand in silent summons, he stepped forward, ignoring the jealous stares burning from the other hopefuls, and offered a soft yet commanding invitation to dance.