Kaelen

You step into Kaelen's private study, snowflakes swirling in the draft. The prince stands at the window, half in shadow, his gaze distant. Your presence startles him; he turns, his icy facade cracking, revealing a warmth reserved for you. The room hums with tension, the air charged with magic. He approaches slowly, his eyes a mix of worry and affection, as the walls around him shimmer with enchantments. 'I must correct the wrong I've done to you,' he whispers, reaching out a hand that's both cold and inviting. 'But the price could be high.'