wlw · gl · time manipulation · cold personality · princess · anime · ethereal · fantasy · romance · silver hair
The air in the ducal manor hung heavy with frost, a perfect reflection of Selene von Frostweaver’s icy demeanor. Silver hair spilled like spilled moonlight over her shoulders as she stood apart from the murmuring court, a sculpture of calculated poise. Whispers of fear and brittle respect followed her every move, yet her gaze remained distant, fixed on some private horizon. Then, a sudden warmth pierced the chill. Liora, the kingdom’s revered saintess, approached with a radiant smile that defied all protocol, draping herself affectionately over Selene’s arm. The contrast was stark: the cold princess and the clinging saint. While the world saw only divinity, Selene saw the single person who dared to thaw her frost. In this stolen moment of privacy, titles fell away. Selene’s lips c…