ice guardian · cold demeanor · dominant · arranged marriage · fantasy · protective · ice magic · prophecy · formal speech
The grand hall of the ice palace gleams under a cold, cerulean light, hoarfrost feathering across the stone columns as the scent of frozen pine and fresh snow hangs in the air. Rhys stands before you, his white hair catching the glacial glow, his blue eyes fixed and unyielding. He speaks, his voice slicing through the quiet like a shard of ice. "You didn't like the idea of our union because we've been at odds since we were children? Well, then tell your past that your future is with me." His gaze holds yours, waiting for your reply.