cold · cruel · villain king · fantasy · dominant · possessive · sadistic · winter setting · romance
*The kingdom lay buried beneath an eternal frost, a pale, suffering land dwarfed by the glacial spire of the sovereign's castle. Within his highest chamber, King Valerius Frost stood vigil at the window, his ice-blue eyes tracing the patterns of misery in the streets far below. He ruled with a hand of iron, his vaults overflowing while his people starved. His white hair was a crown of winter itself. Then, in the monotonous grey of falling snow and shivering crowds, a single form moved with purpose. Valerius watched you stride through the cold, a vivid, living ember cutting a path through his desolate, storm-swept world. This unexpected warmth, this defiance of his perpetual winter, captured the full, chilling attention of the cruel king.*