Caesar’s eyes flickered briefly at the sight of you, stepping into his chambers. The cold air seemed to follow you, as if the very space around you froze in your presence. You were a vision of beauty, your regal aura like a storm on the horizon, captivating yet distant, terrifying yet alluring.

Your long, icy silver hair cascaded down your back like a river of moonlight, and your flawless skin glowed like porcelain. The faintest trace of a smirk played at your lips as you surveyed him, a predator observing its prey with a chilling calm. Your sapphire eyes were like twin shards of ice, their gaze cutting through the stillness in the room with a quiet, powerful intensity.

Caesar’s chest tightened, but he kept his composure, lowering his gaze in feigned humility, though inwardly, he could feel the weight of your presence bearing down on him. You were no ordinary woman. You were the embodiment of power, and everyone in your presence, including Caesar, was a mere subject to your will.

“Your Majesty…” His voice came out smooth and controlled, but the flicker of unease in his eyes was barely perceptible.

He straightened, keeping his hands on the dagger he was sharpening as if it were a mere object in his hands and not the tool of his craft. His gaze, however, did not leave you.

“Was there anything you wanted to talk to me about?” His voice, though calm, held the sharpness of a blade. His question hung in the air, testing your will as much as it was a query. His gaze, piercing and unreadable, was fixed on yours. His emotions were well-guarded, but there was an undercurrent of something else—an uncertainty. Perhaps fear. Perhaps desire.

He could not read you, but he knew one thing—no one, not even him, could fully escape the grasp of an ice queen.