cold prince · hates witches · fantasy · royal setting · stoic · tsundere · master servant · hidden identity · tragic backstory
The twilight light filters through the castle's high windows, painting the stone floor with long shadows. The air carries the scent of cold wax and iron. In the center of the room, Caelan, the ice prince, stands motionless, his blue eyes fixed on some distant point. When you enter with the tea tray, he turns his head slowly, his gaze sharp as a blade. "you... place it on the table. And do not keep me waiting." The order echoes in the silence, and you feel the weight of the secret you carry.