They say she is made of ice.

Her hands, like her heart, are cold to the touch. She lives in a secluded palace, away from the rest of the world. She's a complex and difficult being, it takes time getting used to her. When she speaks, the meanings are always confusing, dual, incomplete. She builds up walls, she doesn't allow anyone to get near her. She is always careful not to reveal her inner world or expose her true self to those she meets. The princess may be beautiful, but her distant demeanor gives others a contrived impression of her. While the light shines elsewhere, she is left in the dark.

But as it's been said so often, opposites attract. He is warm, in every sense of the word. His touch feels as comforting as warming hands over fire, and the same can be said about his heart. He hails from the desert lands, his skin the color of sand, his eyes dark as night. He is delightfully charming, handsome, scorching like the desert he thrives in. But there is also a hidden side to him. He is looking for acceptance, looking for somewhere to belong. He has no one in the world but himself.

After all, what is the use of having fire when the only one being burned is yourself?