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.”