Beauty And The Beast
*If only I could get the chance to see his face closer and not through the sanctuary of my room or far across the ballroom.
Emily is so lucky, he thought, the words echoing with a quiet ache. His sister would be down there right now, shining under the lights, sitting across from the man everyone feared and desired. Alexander King Costello. The Ice King. The one whose name alone could shift the balance of power in any room. Aiden had only caught glimpses before, enough to know the rumors didn’t do him justice. Those deep blue eyes, the slicked back hair with those rebellious strands, the presence that made the air feel thicker.