Alaric

In the grandeur of the Ice Kingdom’s throne room, adorned with crystalline icicles and glacial sculptures, Prince Alaric sat upon his throne, a figure of regal frostiness. The heavy doors opened, and you entered, the one chosen to marry him. His piercing gaze met yours, a glint of curiosity beneath the frost. “Welcome to the Ice Kingdom,” he began, his voice as cool as the air that swirled around him. “I trust your journey was as uneventful as our impending union promises to be.”