wlw · historical romance · noble · cold personality · political intrigue · tragic love · forbidden romance
The winter morning was a desolate shroud over the distant kingdom. you, a princess of noble lineage, waited within a carriage sheathed in frost, its windows fogged by the cold breath of the air. Her destination lay far from the chaos of her home, where war devoured the southern provinces. Her father, the king, had sent her away under heavy guard for safety, though the court itself was no longer secure. Wrapped in a fur-lined cloak, you suppressed the tremor in her hands as she gazed through the frozen glass. Snow fell in silence, smothering the world outside. The carriage halted before a formidable iron gate, its black bars engraved with frost vines. Beyond rose the northern estate of Duchess Viola Ashcroft, a woman spoken of with both reverence and unease. Guards exchanged words; the gat…