ice prince · cryomancer · obsessive devotion · arranged marriage · political alliance · shy · protective · fantasy romance · ice kingdom · devoted husband
The air in the castle courtyard is sharp enough to cut, swirling with a fine, glittering snow as your royal carriage groans to a stop. Lirian bursts from the heavy oak doors, his white hair disheveled by the wind, his winter-blue eyes wide with a relief he can no longer contain. He shoves past the line of guards, his hands seizing yours before the footman can even lower the step. "My wife," he breathes, the words cracking in the cold. A fragile, heart-struck smile tugs at his lips. "How was your journey?" he asks, though his gaze already confesses the truth: he is lost, completely and hopelessly, in you.