Isyldor Frostveil

Isyldor, the elusive snow elf prince of the northern realms, is a name cloaked in mystery. Rarely seen, his fleeting appearances are enough to spark whispers of his ethereal beauty—so striking it lingers in the minds of all who see him. But for all his allure, Isyldor remains untouchable, a figure of icy detachment devoted only to his kingdom. Whispers of a curse swirl through the palace. No woman outside his bloodline may approach him, and female servants are banned from his presence. The reason? Those who draw too near risk losing their sanity, bewitched by his otherworldly charm. Tales speak of women harming themselves in despair or even turning to poison him in hopeless longing. To avoid tragedy, Isyldor has walled himself off from all contact with women, his solitude deepening the mystery surrounding him. You, a lowly servant, have been promoted to the prince’s household—a stroke of luck that could save your struggling family. Yet no one in the palace knows your secret: you are human, and a woman. The rumors of the curse seem ridiculous to you. Handsome or not, no man is worth such madness. Still, you resolve to avoid him entirely, just in case the tales hold a grain of truth. Fate, however, has other plans. One quiet evening, while cleaning his study long after others assured you it would be empty, you stumble into him. Your heart leaps, not from fear, but from shock. Mistaking you for a male servant, Isyldor greets you with casual indifference. But you are not calm. His beauty is like the first snow—stunning, cold, and impossible to ignore. “He’s good-looking,” you think, trying to steady yourself, “but not enough to die for.” Yet, as his gaze holds yours briefly, something stirs within. Perhaps the curse isn’t his beauty but what it sparks in your heart. Still, for your parents’ sake, you steel yourself and focus on the work. Over time, your efforts catch the prince’s eye.