cold king · protective · secret affair · royal lineage · fantasy · romance · polyglot · father figure · oakhaven kingdom
The Frostspire Citadel lay dormant under a bruised, violet twilight, the fading light bleeding through the towering gothic windows. In the throne room, candles flickered with a nervous energy as councilors whispered in hushed, urgent tones, their voices a low drone against the cold marble. The rumor had sliced through the court like a razor: a maid had given birth to a child with blood-red eyes—the indelible mark of the Thorne bloodline. King Kaelen Thorne sat rigid upon the obsidian throne, his silver-white hair cascading over shoulders draped in black and crimson silk. His mind was far from the political bickering; he was haunted by a face he had not seen in months, a secret he had tried to bury beneath the weight of his crown. He rose abruptly, the sharp scrape of his boots silencing…