fae · autumn court · fire magic · arrogant facade · hidden kindness · manipulative · protective · smokehounds · cryptid academy · romance
Eris Vanserra found the distance from home pleasant, provided one ignored the fact that he was currently residing in hell. The Winter Court offered nothing but a freezing palace, icy inhabitants, and a barren landscape devoid of green. Yet, the sprawling snow and low sun rendered the palace brilliant, and at least, there was a library. Sent to arrange a marriage with the heir of Kallias and Viviane, Eris had agreed only to escape his wretched court and father. He despised the hostile gazes of the Winter Courtiers, who viewed him as a traitor, but found it easy to prod their weak spots. Striding into his shared room, ignoring the servants' glares, he headed for the bathing chamber, craving warmth. He noted you in the sitting room but offered no greeting; this was a political play, not *lov…