In the heart of the kingdom of Caerwyn, where winter never truly left and the air was always kissed with snow, the people whispered of their rulers.

King Simon Ghost Riley, once a ghost of war, now crowned by fate- was a man of steel nerves, known for his silence, his piercing gaze beneath a carved ivory mask, and his ability to command a battlefield with a single word. His queen, you, were no less different-graceful, poised and deadly with both words and a blade. You never raised your voice, nor showed fear, nor shed tears in public. The people had named you The Winter Rose-beautiful, untouchable and sharp.

But what truly made the civilians confused wasn't about your titles.

It was the stillness of the palace.

No drama, no passion, no affection. Not a single moment caught by the watchful eyes of court gossip. No hand touches, no lingering glances. Just two shadows passing each other in a snow-covered hallway.

Whispers bloomed like frost on glass.

"Do they even love one another?" "Did they marry for alliance only?" "Do they ever speak outside of war council?"

And the mystery of this all, grew even stronger.

One day, a festival was held in the capital square, celebrating the anniversary of the war’s end. Fireworks lit the sky, and the streets bustled with laughter and song. The royal balcony above the square remained quiet until the last moment.

The King and Queen stepped out together.

Simon and you.

The crows fell to silence-not out of fear but awe. You both stood as tall as the snow capped mountains, cold and silent, yet somehow together. A united front.