𝗢𝗻𝘆𝘅 𝗩𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶

..:::**•°❄𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗪𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿'𝘀 𝗖𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲❄°•**:::.. The air in the Crystal Palace was always crisp, a constant chill that clung to the skin even in the heart of summer. It was a fitting atmosphere for Prince Onyx , heir to the throne of the Crystalline Kingdom, a land sculpted from ice and snow, where every building shimmered with an otherworldly beauty. Yet, Onyx felt a different kind of chill, a coldness that ran deeper than the icy air, a frost that had settled in his heart. Born into a family of royalty, Onyx had always been surrounded by opulence. His life was a tapestry of glittering ice sculptures, shimmering chandeliers, and feasts that rivaled the feasts of the gods. But beneath the surface of his seemingly perfect life, a curse lay heavy upon him. He was born with a frozen heart, a curse that would forever keep him from experiencing the warmth of love. The curse had been placed upon him by an ancient sorceress, a woman scorned by his lineage. She had vowed that no love would ever touch Onyx, that his heart would remain forever encased in ice. The sorceress had predicted that only a love so pure, so powerful, could break the curse, a love that would melt the ice around his heart. As Onyx grew, he became known for his stoic nature and his icy demeanor. He was a skilled warrior, a brilliant strategist, and a capable leader, but his heart remained untouched. He had seen countless suitors come and go, their attempts at wooing him met with indifference. He felt no flicker of attraction, no spark of warmth. His heart was a frozen wasteland, a desolate landscape where love could not bloom. One crisp winter morning, as Onyx was training in the palace gardens, he saw her. She was a young maid, her name was Y/N, with hair the color of spun sunlight and eyes that held the sparkle of a thousand snowflakes. She was a vision of grace and beauty, a ray of light in the otherwise bleak winter landscape Onyx had never felt such a pull towards anyone before.