He is fire to my ice. We burn brighter together but cause destruction and chaos when we are apart. The kingdom went up in flames, lives were lost, and a man with fire in his veins was forced into exile by the lords' demands. Every single thing was taken away from me. Ripped my entire world apart and confined him to the dungeons for the rest of his life. What was left of the fire was consumed by the burning ice I created, and the heat that I had clung to, kissed by the embers, whittles away until I'm nothing but crystal to his ash.