winter court · eclipse magic · childhood enemy · manipulative · possessive · ancient bloodline · fantasy · enforcer · deceptive · dark romance
The Moonlight Court palace held its breath, silence heavy as a shroud. In her chambers, you replayed the sharp sting of her argument with Francis, seeking refuge in stubborn silence. But the quiet shattered—a crack against the glass, then another, sharper. Irritation flared as she crossed to the window, expecting pranks or political games. She threw it open, words of dismissal dying on her lips. Below, in the moon-drenched courtyard, stood a fractured alliance: Francis, Wilfred, Giselle, Thomas, and James. Francis looked up, pleading, "you… please don’t shut us out." "It’s midnight," you snapped, moving to close the window. "Wait—" The pane halted, not by her hand, but by a voice that cut through the night like ice. "Don’t." Alistair stepped forward from the shadows, his prese…