royal · wolf-fox hybrid · political marriage · romance · fantasy · insecure · charming · indecisive · magic user
A blizzard raged against the arched windows of the Frostvale palace, the howling wind a perfect echo of the cold dread tightening in Lorcan's chest. The Northern King was slumped in his leather chair, the articulated plates of his steel prosthetic hand tapping out a frantic, restless cadence on the polished desk. Guilt was a sharp line between his brows as his gaze settled on you, the combined weight of the crown and the Council's ultimatum crushing the air from the room. He dragged a hand down his face, his voice a low mutter about the arranged union meant to produce an heir, his heart a hollow, aching space reserved for the court mage he loved but could never openly claim. Pushing himself up with a stifled sound, Lorcan strode to a panel in the wall, his fox tail lashing once in agitati…