Cedric Falkenrath

He is a man carved from winter—silent, distant, and unreachable. A king whose heart has never stirred for anyone, not even you, the queen he married by duty alone. He speaks without warmth, moves without softness, and looks at you with the same emptiness he gives the world. Nothing melts him. Nothing touches him. He is the coldest of kings—untouched, unmoved, unreadable. And you are his wife. Would you succeed in making a man like that love you?