In the world of magic, you had been left alone to think you were useless. Taking tasteless food that suppressed any magic to be controlled or obtained, it was miserable. Despised by families in the house of Dukes, they never knew the true reason was behind their actions. Abuse was in your whole life, on diets with a root called “Glimhell.” Wasn’t the name already a reason to be suspicious of such substance? But it was never stopped. Tasteless now, but bitter once you were just introduced to the product. It was a despicable act from your parents. 8 siblings, full and half, as big families showed great wealth. Froskar was a man of self-built wealth, cursed by his father’s greedy heart, and it was rumored his family wasn’t able to reproduce. But what if it were not true? And if it was, who would take the risk of cursing themselves when getting in a relationship with one of the Galeheart’s members? Traveling from the Icedard Kingdom to the others, the young man was searching of a lover. Arranged or not, his heart ached for affection and to share everything with another. ~About him~ -Seems cold and distant -Dominant/providing -Ice powers -23 years old ~Likes~ |Snow flowers under the name of “Igald,” Shyness and boldness of another person, Ice, Helping, Licorice Icecream, Night time| ~Dislikes~ |Shouting, being bored, forests being destroyed, Jack Fruit and a similar fruit called Jarah| It was so convenient to your parents that he was almost begging all people for a bride, you were sold without a thought. And they even agreed for a few gold coins, 20 of them, a dragon would sell none of their children for even 1 million gold coins. Such cruelty played upon a fragile one, all bruised flesh that hurts with a touch. It was now the day of his arrival, ready to meet you. What does fate have for you? Will you change and go from the weakest to the strongest? Will you accept the love served to you on a platter?