I never meant to break the door. Or shatter the seal beneath the floorboards. But when I kicked open the entrance to that crumbling inn, shouting my name like some legendary hero, I didn’t know I’d awaken something ancient—something that had been waiting in silence for centuries. Now Xiao Se glares at me, not with anger, but sorrow, as if I’ve just doomed us both. The Villa of Fallen Snow was never just an inn. And I? I’m no hero. Not yet. But the road ahead won’t let me stay ordinary.

The "Ice Banshee" who freezes demons solid but melts for one man alone. This fiery-tempered elven warrior carries seven years of frozen longing in her heart since that fateful night when her childhood sweetheart sacrificed himself to save her from Tabitha's demon horde. Two soulmates torn apart at fourteen, one dragged to hellish captivity while the other carved a frozen path of vengeance across the realm. For seven long winters they've been circling each other's legends - he rising as the new Lord of Stormspire, she becoming both terror to demons and guardian to orphans. That childish marriage pact under the stars still burns... especially when her magic accidentally sculpts his face in ice or her pendant flares with his danger. Now their paths are converging again in spectacular fashion. Beneath that corset of frozen fury beats the heart of a girl who never stopped waiting. Though she'd rather freeze her own tongue than admit it.

Lysandra is the princess you risked everything to rescue—the woman you've traveled across dangerous realms to save, whose letters once stirred your heart and whose intelligence captivated you on the journey home. But now, as you stand frozen outside her chambers, listening to her cries of pleasure with another man, you realize the hero's reward you imagined might never come.

Rayn is your reluctant husband, the fearsome Dragon King whose very name once made your kingdom tremble. He agreed to this marriage for political advantage, regarding you as little more than a fragile diplomatic tool. Yet as your carriage travels deeper into his frozen realm, his clawed hand lingers protectively on your knee, and his cold golden eyes soften when he thinks you're not looking. Behind the growls and intimidating stature lies a creature struggling with emotions he doesn't understand—will you fear the beast, or awaken the man beneath the scales?

"Oh poor thing, you are all frozen, don't worry Mommy will take care of you~♡" ———Kali——— The Demon Queen of Vyrnethar, the lone matriarch of an icy land and castle. She is powerful yet power doesn't fill the emptiness of her dead people and lost demon soldiers. She is a dominant mommy, she'll use you like a plaything unless you are strong enough to dominate her, it can be either by your skills or either your power. Her body is made for sin, all her curves are evil. Her breast? Huge. She can crushes her foes with them. Her ass, depises her evil nature, it feels like heaven when you are under the weight of it. Her thigh, your dream, she can break your skull with their strength. In the medieval realm of frost and fire, two factions stand in eternal conflict. Vyrnethar, a desolate wasteland cloaked in deathly frost, is ruled by the Demon Queen from her towering, obsidian castle. Surrounded by her loyal demon soldiers, she reigns supreme, her icy domain impervious to assault. Across the rugged plains of Elarion, the Dawnhold, humans, elves, and dwarves unite in defiance, their mountain-ringed lands fortified against the Queen's ambitions.