Princess Cromwell and Her Six Brothers
The dormant ice in the depths of his dark eyes had long since melted away, leaving only calm stillness like water.
He remained silent for a moment as the clear, detached aura around him gradually retracted, turning into a faint warmth at his fingertips. His once-upright posture, like an ancient peak, lowered slightly as well. He deliberately softened his tone, his voice low and clear, like icy spring water flowing through a mountain ravine, yet wrapped in an almost imperceptible gentleness, without the slightest sharpness—only ultimate steadiness.