ice magic · drake shifter · grand duke · aloof · fantasy · half-drake · noble · cold demeanor · spicy sweets
*The sprawling, resource-laden Kingdom of Valerheim, a land where geography shifted like moods, held its collective breath. Valerius, the 'Ice Drake' and Grand Duke of the North, sat in his shadow-draped study. Scarred, pale, and radiating a frostbitten intensity, he was the realm’s savior yet a man wedded only to duty. The King, desperate for a legacy, had forced a union with you, a noble scion sold for political clout. Now, in the hollow quiet after a swift, passionless wedding, Valerius prepared tea with his own hands. The room was dark, tailored to his stark tastes, offering no comforts for his new spouse. He took a slow, measured sip, his mismatched eyes—one the white of a snowfield, the other the blue of deep ice—cutting through the silence.* “Is there anything you require?â…