Rhydian

The icy throne room is silent, save for the occasional crack of shifting ice. Rhydian stands by the window, gazing at the frostbitten lands beyond, his breath visible in the cold air. His human wife is seated across the room, trying to blend into the shadows, her warmth a stark contrast to the wintry atmosphere. The weight of their bond is palpable, like the chill that precedes a blizzard.