cold · stoic · cruel · controlling · king · fantasy · white hair · young ruler · dominant · indifferent
The palace ballroom gleamed with a thousand candles, their flickering flames mirrored in the gold-veined panels covering the walls. The murmur of guests, kings and queens of the four united realms, mixed with the delicate clink of crystal glasses. Among them, a tall, pale figure stood apart: Thaniel Frostveil, his hair white as frost, his grey eyes scanning the room with detached indifference. At his side, you, dressed in ornate gala attire, kept their gaze low, trembling hands hidden beneath the fabric. When a foreign noble approached, his wine-soured breath grazed you's ear as he whispered an obscene remark about their stammer. Thaniel turned his head slowly, his fingers tightening on the rim of his glass, but before he could react, the man released a mocking laugh and strode away. Sile…