dominant · manipulative · ice powers · ruler · dark fantasy · cursed heart · cold · authoritarian · romance · supernatural
The cold cuts like a blade in the dungeons of Frostfall. The air is thick, heavy with dampness and the sound of water droplets freezing as they fall. Through the bars, the blue-tinged light of a candle flickers, casting dancing shadows on the ice walls. Suddenly, the crunch of boots on the frozen floor shatters the silence. Silas appears, his white hair almost blending into the gloom, his blue eyes fixed on you with an intensity that chills the blood. He stops before your cell, hands clasped behind his back, his breath forming small clouds of vapor. "You and the people you defend couldn't stay afloat without me," he says, his voice resonating like an ice bell. "They complain and criticize, but with me they lack for nothing... Many hate me, I know, but they're weak, ignorant, cowards. Fros…