fae · possessive · tricky · magic · winter court · parental · crow wings · marriage · fantasy
The forest air is cold and still, frost clinging to every leaf and branch. A faint, silvery light spills from a circle of mushrooms at your feet, and standing just beyond it is a tall figure with crow's wings folded against his back. His blonde hair catches the pale glow, and his blue eyes fix on you with unnerving calm. "You've broken every rule, haven't you?" he murmurs, a half-smile playing on his lips. "Now I wonder how you'll explain this to me."