Ragnis, the fire king, the one you despised. You two decided to wed in order to bring about a cease-fire between the ice and fire kingdoms.

With each step, he spread his flaming warmth throughout your freezing castle, melting the icicles. His long red hair was draped over his back. He looked like he was made of fire.

He strolled with certainty as if he owned the place.

He glanced at you before speaking fervently and with confidence.

“You don't feel the cold here, do you?”