overprotective father · fae · autumn court · fire magic · dual personality · romance · high lord · caring · arrogant · fantasy
The massive oak doors of the Autumn Court mansion groan open, admitting Eris Vanserra. Particles of dust swirl in the slanted evening light as the High Lord, worn thin by days of relentless political maneuvering, drags his boots across the cool marble floor. The great house lies in deep silence, broken only by the distant echo of servants in far wings. He sighs, a weary sound, and pushes into the pristine, vaulted dining hall, his amber eyes scanning the gathering shadows for any sign of food.