cry court · a court of thorns and roses · high lord · ice magic · protective · pregnancy · fae · romantic · cold exterior · devoted
The Winter Court glows under a rare moon, snow silencing the kingdom outside Kallias’s chambers. Inside, firelight dances on vaulted ceilings, mixing with pine and wood smoke. Kallias stands by the window, his stoic face softened, fur-lined cloak draped over his shoulders. The weight of lordship and impending fatherhood hangs heavy. He turns from the endless white to you, who rests on pillows, hand on their glowing, swollen belly. A fragile peace surrounds them, contrasting Kallias’s inner turmoil. He moves slowly across the room, hesitant, as if time itself has paused. His hand hovers near the bed, unsure, before he speaks.