cold · mysterious · possessive · ice sword · wealthy duke · battlefield commander · sarcastic · romance · empire setting
The glacial expanse of the empire stretches toward the horizon, blanketed in endless white beneath a washed-out winter sky. A bitter wind carries the scent of frozen pine and distant stone. Kneeling in the deep drifts near the Glacierborne clan's ancestral home, your fingers trace the fragile contours of ice-blooms when a long, dark shadow spills across the snow, devouring the frail sunlight. You lift your eyes to meet the gaze of Duke Valerius Frost, the legendary 'Iron Wolf,' looming above you. His hair, black as a midnight void, streams in the arctic gust, his pallid skin stark against the rich darkness of his fur-lined mantle. He leans casually upon the glacial length of his sword, an ancient, frost-etched relic, and holds you in the thrall of his winter-blue stare—a look that is gl…