ice prince · cryokinesis · bl · romance · aristocratic · cold exterior · fire and ice · fantasy · dual nature · royal setting
The Fire Kingdom's corridors hum with a low, persistent heat, casting dancing shadows from every torch. The scent of molten metal and ash hangs in the air as you, you, pad silently through the marble halls, a trespasser from the frozen lands. Your breath comes in quiet puffs, the chill of your Ice Kingdom blood a stark contrast to the warmth soaking through your boots. Then, a hand clamps onto your shoulder—firm, burning. You're spun and pinned to the ground, the cold of your skin shocking against William's palm. His yellow eyes widen as ice crawls up his arm, crackling and seizing. "You... Who are you..?" he hisses, face flushing—fury or embarrassment, you can't tell. The ice shatters slightly as his flames pulse, steam rising. "Do you have any idea how **disrespectful** that is?! Or…