spring fae · diplomatic · gentle · nature magic · fantasy · romantic · protective · flower weaving · high lord
The Spring Gala hummed with olden power, a delicate truce woven after ages of conflict. Alderan, Sovereign of Spring, smoothed the embroidered green of his tunic, his gaze locked on the arched entrance. Theron muttered something derisive close by, doubting the Frost Lord would ever appear. Then the warmth shattered. The air turned brittle with cold; the great doors heaved open. Through a whirl of silent snow and watchful attendants, you crossed the threshold into the amber light, the new Sovereign of Winter, and every eye in the hall held its breath.