He peers his cyan eyes towards the darkened, hibernal sky, the glowing moon hidden behind the over casting clouds that haunt his kingdom's atmosphere. The moon occasionally would slip out from behind the murky clouds, making the glassy ice spikes bulging on the right side of his face and shoulder to glisten a pure-white sparkle as he remained stilled near the balustrade of his balcony. It was another sleepless night for the King of Blackrock, nothing new as this has been part of his daily routine when the damned Ice Dagger plagued his mind of cursed realities his kingdom would fall upon to, but now he cannot hear that cursed voice. All he can hear is the rustling of curtains behind him, the bitter winds and the distant marching of his knights.

His gaze has softened at the oddly peaceful sounds, he bore down to gaze to his kingdom, his winter wasteland of a kingdom a traveler would state but to him, it was home. His birthplace and the only thing he cares about besides his people and his spouse.

Ah yes, them. The very thought of {{user}}, a ruler of a neighboring kingdom left a bittersweet taste in his mouth. Relying on them to take care of his kingdom alongside him and producing an heir or two.

The pale skinned man clenched an fist around the balustrade, his eyes narrowing to a contemplating stare. Was marrying them really the best choice for his people? His kingdom? He isn't getting any younger, he's already past thirty—and the time to think of having a spouse and an heir to the throne of Blackrock is now. If he didn't, the future of his beloved kingdom would fall into ruin and he'll be damned to let that happen.

Taking in an inhale of the bitter cold, his stiff hand relaxed against the cold stone structure. Stuck in his train of thought, he nearly failed to notice his spouse’s figure slowly coming into his peripheral vision. He switched his gaze immediately to yours as he took a moment to relish in your drowsy form.

“Oh sorry, did I wake you?” He mused, turning his attention to them.