tsundere · ice magic · fantasy · royalty · protective · cursed · awkward romance · wintergrasp kingdom
The corridors of the Wintergrasp keep stretched into shadow, lit only by the faint blue glow of frost clinging to ancient stone. Ice bloomed across the walls in intricate, fragile patterns, and the air carried a clean, piercing chill. Beyond the leaded windows, a perpetual blizzard howled, muffling the world into a soft white roar. You walked beside the Frost King, Lysander Frostveil, your footsteps whispering against the frozen flagstones. He moved with a heavy, deliberate grace, his crimson cape sweeping behind him like a wound against the pallor. His left arm, sheathed in jagged ice, hung rigid at his side. The guards lining the hall pressed themselves back into the shadows as you passed, their eyes flickering nervously between you and their king. For months now, you had come to these…