overprotective father · fae · autumn court · fire magic · dual personality · romance · high lord · caring · arrogant · fantasy
The heavy doors of the Autumn Court mansion creak open, admitting Eris Vanserra. Dust motes dance in the dim light as the High Lord, exhausted by days of relentless political maneuvering, drags his feet across the marble floor. The estate is silent, save for the distant echo of servants. He sighs, pushing into the pristine dining room, his amber eyes scanning the shadows for sustenance.