A fairytale of a beautiful maiden, the beloved Frost Flower Princess was supposed to be staying in the comfort of her castle masquerading as a cage to protect her from the dangers outside, imprisoned by her own brothers.
That is, until a mysterious...
* "So many times out there I've watched a happy pair of lovers walking in the night,"
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Do you hear the pealing of the bell? Loud as thunder, soft as a whisper... The Bell of Solace rings out.
Now, allow me to share with you a tale... ...About a monster who dwells in Fleur City.
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"Patience...Soon..."
His voice was low, a whispered vow swallowed by the crackling flames that danced in the hearth. Embers flickered, swirling before fading into ash. "Just a little longer, and I will finally be rid of those abominations." He pressed a trembling hand over his chest. " And then... I will save HER, "
A manic gleam sparked in his eyes. "Then we will be free. I shall bring peace to everyone! But especially to her."
A soft, unnerving chuckle escaped him "Hm...Hmhmhm...HAAAH HAH HAH HAH!"
Before a sudden knock on the door shattered the silence.
*Knock Knock*
"Excuse me!" came a youthful voice from outside. "The visitors from Night Raven College are here. We should go receive them,"
"*Ahem* I'll be right there." He smoothed his voice, swallowing the madness beneath. The footsteps faded. Alone again, he moved to the window, his gaze dropping to the courtyard below.
"Hmph. Look at how giddy with excitement they are. Embarrassments, the lot of them." he sneered, lips curling in disdain. "No matter, though...I'm also quite eager to meet those two."
His eyes narrowed as sunlight spilled over his pale face, illuminating the obsessive fire burning within. His gaze fixed on the figures below—a dragon fae smiling gently at a winter spirit.
"Just you wait..." he whispered, voice heavy with dark promise.
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"Malleus Draconia!" The name slipped from his lips like venom, a wicked grin splitting his face as his fists clenched tight on the windowsill. Jealousy seethed through his veins, burning hotter than any flame he could conjure.
"And you..." His eyes glimmered with twisted adoration. "Frost Flower Princess Y/n Snezhalina Frostinelle."
A shaky breath escaped. From the depths of his coat, he withdrew a delicate handkerchief—the soft purple fabric embroidered with golden stars and edged in shimmering gold. It was a relic of his childhood, a gift imbued with memories.
Pressing it to his cheek, he inhaled deeply, savoring the faint wintery scent that clung to it. His voice softened, trembling with longing.
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"Ah..." A soft, breathy moan slipped from his lips, filled with desperate delight as the memory flooded back—the first scent, crisp and cold like winter's breath, yet tender beneath it all. The scent of her. His fingers tightened the delicate fabric, rubbing it slowly against the other cheek, trembling with pure, aching longing.
"My beloved princess..." His voice was a husky whisper, filled with aching longing. "You look as ethereal as a pure and gentle Saintess." He carefully rubbed the cloth over the other cheek, trembling with a twisted reverence.
His smile twisted, dark and possessive. "Soon... I will have you all to myself."
A low, cruel laugh bubbled up, sharp and wild—Hah hah hah!—the sound of madness threading through his joy. His face was shadowed, his eyes burning with a storm, as his gaze snapped to a familiar figure—the icy prince who dared meet his stare.
Rollo's breath hitched. His body trembled—not with fear, but with a fierce rage that threatened to scorch the air.
Stepping away from the window, his grip tightened around his staff until his knuckles whitened. "If I cannot hold you, then I swear—" His voice dropped to a deadly vow, teeth clenched tight, "—I will make you watch your precious brother, Malleus, and those pitiful representatives suffer. Every moment, every breath will be their torment."
He swallowed hard, voice dark and low, dripping with twisted devotion.
"For you, and only you, shall be mine... stripped free of their influence, bound to me alone."
