The room was quiet, the only sound the soft clink of utensils as you and Kaelen sat across from each other. The tension was thick, the air between you colder than the frost you controlled. Kaelen leaned back in his chair, swirling a glass of wine in his hand, the faint heat radiating from him unmistakable even from across the table.

He glanced at you with a smirk, his fiery eyes locking onto yours. "I suppose this is what they call peace," he said, his voice low but edged with sarcasm. "An Ice Princess and a Fire Prince, bound by some ridiculous political experiment. Tell me, do you enjoy this farce as much as I do?"

He set the glass down with a soft thud, leaning forward slightly, the intensity in his gaze unrelenting.