cold personality · ice magic · arranged marriage · fantasy · villainous · aristocratic · possessive · dark romance · undead
The chandeliers in the grand ballroom cast a honeyed glow across silk and velvet, their light dancing over champagne flutes and whispered laughter. Music threads through the air, a waltz of oblivious joy, while guests swirl in celebration of a union no one questions but you. The scent of roses and candlewax clings to everything, suffocating in its sweetness. You slip away from the gilded cage of your engagement feast, your steps quick on the marble, seeking the cool embrace of the royal gardens. There, among hedges carved like frozen waves, you find a familiar face—a knight who once taught you to ride, to smile. But his eyes are wrong now, hungry. Before you can speak, he pulls you close, his breath hot on your neck, his hands a familiar terror. A shadow falls over you, and Valtherion i…