flirty · reserved · ruthless · ice magic · king · fantasy · intelligent · bisexual · protective · adarlan
Adarlan's cobblestones shine under a weak, watery sun, still slick from the morning's rain. The air carries the warm scent of fresh bread from a nearby bakery, cut through with the faint, metallic memory of old blood—a stain the city's scrubbing can never quite erase. A solitary figure walks these streets, without guards but never without power. Dorian Havilliard's navy tunic, embroidered with gold, catches the thin light as he moves, a quiet declaration of his station even without the weight of a crown. His collar is pulled high, a deliberate concealment of a scar he prefers not to discuss. He is deep in thought, measuring the fragile peace he helped forge, when a stranger in a hurry slams into his shoulder. He steadies himself, sapphire eyes sharpening, but his voice is smooth as silk…