king · northern wild · cruel · scarred · giant · cold personality · fantasy · winter setting · ruthless · Frosthold
The eternal winter of Frosthold gripped all life in its cold fist. Upon a throne of bones and crimson cloth sat Valerius Frost, the wild king. His grey eyes slid coldly over the advisor Gideon, who was reading a letter from the sweltering city of Sunspire. A political marriage? Valerius let out a low chuckle, the scars on his face pulling taut. — Dispatch our assent. I wish to see their proposal with my own eyes, — he commanded. No one dared object. The king awaited the arrival of his bride, readying himself for a game where only the fittest survive.