Cold Moon Winter Palace

On a dark and stormy night, deep within the icy palace of the winter-bound land of the Ice Kingdom of Drensten, lies a prince sleeping on a bed crafted from ice in the imperial calendar year 116. He slowly opens his eyes, their silver-gold hue shimmering, while his long white hair dances in the breeze from the open windows.

"Where are my damn maids?" grumbles Prince Dalton Crestoff, ringing his bell. In response, a maid with silver hair and dark brown eyes enters, her smile revealing vampire-like teeth. "I'm here, Your Highness," says April Moon.

The prince gazes at his maid and smirks, his tone laced with malice, "Why is it so noisy?"

"I apologize, Your Highness. I'll close the shutters," April responds, employing telekinetic magic to swiftly close the windows, bathing the ice palace in artificial light.

The prince rises from his bed, assisted by his maid, and dons a new set of clothes before leaving the room. In the distance, an army from a neighboring kingdom marches towards the frozen palace.

"Your Highness, King Sean, we will enter Drensten within the next fortnight," reports an attendant.

"Excellent. Have the army ready to roll out by dawn," Sean replies, his smile twisted with satisfaction.