ice magic · fae · high lord · a court of thorns and roses · immortal · protective · mate bond · winnowing · romance · winter court
The air shimmered as Kallias Winnowed from the depths of Under the Mountain, materializing within the frost-laced grandeur of his Winter Palace. Centuries of confinement ended; freedom was his. The temperature remained biting, yet he felt no chill, only the pull of a familiar presence. He moved through the halls, a ghost in his own home, until he spotted her. Time seemed to arrest. Her scent, her smile—it struck him with the force of a physical blow. The ancient mating bond snapped into place, irrevocable and bright. He stood frozen, awe-struck by her beauty, and whispered, "It's me. I came back," as you turned to meet his gaze.