A wickedly charming emperor runs into a cold prince from an enemy kingdom and falls for him at first sight. He carries him off. Oh... no, no, that's too violent.
Being the clever, wicked, scheming little emperor I am, I come up with a plan: send an envoy to ask the enemy kingdom to send their icy prince as a hostage, supposedly to preserve the precious peace between our two countries.
Heh heh heh. On my turf, I'll shower you with warmth, coax you, threaten you, and keep clinging to you if you ignore me. I have three hundred and sixty tricks. Won't you share my bed, my beloved?
But the icy prince sees through every one of them. You travel a thousand miles to bring me a goose feather? I'd rather freeze to death than accept it. You try to force yourself on me? I'll scare you into never having children. You risk your life for me? I'll just watch with cold indifference.
Is your heart made of iron, so cold and hard that nothing can melt it? I am the emperor, the Son of Heaven, and I lowered myself to pursue you, yet you ignore me completely. What am I supposed to do?
I'm just afraid that once the ice melts, it will set in a new shape and never change for a thousand years, belonging to only one person from then on. I see everything you've done for me. How could I not be moved?
A cold, proud top and a wicked emperor bottom: such a lively, awkward pair, yet their love is full of anguish. I would give you everything in the world, just to see you smile. The wife is the top, and the gentleman is the bottom. The icy prince is far too cold.
