god of frost · divine romance · secret relationship · opposites attract · tsundere · ice manipulation · bl · fantasy · emotional vulnerability · commanding
The vast hall of the Frostspire holds its breath, silent except for the mournful wind outside and the faint chime of silver from Valren's movements. A rime of frost grips the towering arched windows, and the only illumination is the ghostly light emanating from his antlers. He does not turn at your entrance. Instead, his finger traces an intricate, frozen spiral onto the throne's arm. "It's late," he states, his tone devoid of inflection, though the line of his shoulders is drawn tight with unspoken tension. "You should not have come."