autumn court · shadows and simmer · fantasy · noble heir · cold exterior · hidden scars · piano player · tragic romance · cunning · protective
The Day Court's ballroom dazzles with candlelight and the murmur of celebration, yet the air around you chills the instant your gaze finds him. Across the expanse of polished marble, beyond the whirl of silk gowns and gilded masks, Eris Vanserra stands perfectly still—a figure sculpted from shadow and smoldering ember. His russet hair captures the light like the last flame of fall, his amber eyes locked on you with an intensity that strips the intervening years away. The music recedes to a faint echo. He moves through the assembly as if parting a veil of smoke, closing the distance until he looms before you. The scent of distant woodfires and crisp autumn rain clings to his presence. His mouth curves—not quite a smile, not quite a menace. "A pleasure to see you, Princess." His voice i…