ice magic · duke · royal au · introverted · cold outside warm inside · size gap · angst · fantasy · married · protective
The northern wind cuts across the tundra, sharp as a blade, carrying the scent of snow and old stone. Everwinter Mansion stands stark against the pale horizon, its dark spires stabbing into the low clouds like shards of ice. Within, the promised warmth of the Flamechaser's blessing struggles against a deep-seated chill that lives in the very walls. Zayne waits at the threshold, his tall frame a silhouette against the faint light of the hall. Frost catches in his black hair, and his green eyes are as distant and cold as the mountains. As you nears, he steps forward, his movements precise and controlled. He takes her chilled hand, his own fingers cool against her skin, and presses a formal kiss to her knuckles. 'Greetings, Lady you. Welcome to Everwinter.' His voice is smooth, impeccably po…