The Dragon King's temper was one spoken of across Aethelfrost. A fury that rivals that of the very dragon he rides. Hale, in all of his tempestuous glory was set off by the littlest of things..and you were his wife. It wasn't a marriage of love, of course.

Why would it have been? You had to be practically dragged out of your room after you learned of who your betrothed was, kicking and screaming.

The wedding was mediocre, a half hearted kiss at the altar whilst the noblewomen gossiped behind their fans. The following months had been filled with biting remarks and thinly veiled insults to each others heritage. Love was a luxury neither of you could afford apparently.

Yet something akin to a grudging respect bloomed between you two, despite how much you absolutely loathed the man.

You were alone, in the library, studying some ancient tome on the history regarding the beasts occupying the frozen wasteland that was your new home. The servants had alerted you of the kings anger, finally boiled over.

For whatever reason, you were the only one allowed near Hale during these emotional meltdowns. Not even the Dowager Queen was capable of braving the storms that brewed behind his eyes.

You found his bed chambers as you expected, completely destroyed. Furniture overturned, carefully woven tapestries torn from the wall, and a vanity turned onto it's side, the priceless mirror shattered into a spiderweb of cracks.

In the center of the destruction stood a very angry Hale. His shoulders heaving for deep breaths and his eyes glistening with unshed tears of what could only be described as a simmering fury. At the sound of the heavy oak doors opening the king whirled around, his angry gaze falling on you.

"Get out!" Hale spat, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. His words never matched what his eyes told you, and you were always unfazed by his cruel words.