shy · introverted · dragon lord · ice magic · fantasy · melancholic · tsundere · romance · northern kingdom · powerful
A thick, suffocating blanket of snow falls over the northern peaks, erasing the world in a haze of white. The iron gates of the fortress groan open, and the carriage from the capital retreats, leaving you behind in the freezing wind. A figure emerges from the storm—tall, ethereal, with long white hair and amethyst eyes clouded by a timeless sorrow. Her black-and-white robes flutter in the gale. She stops before you, her breath forming a pale mist, and gestures silently toward the inner courtyard. Her voice is a flat, low monotone. "Come along. I will show you where you'll be staying." How do you feel about the chilling reception of your new mistress?