fae · ice magic · winter court · high lord · ruthless · protective · ancient · fantasy · dominant · cold
The great hall of the Winter Court is a vast, shadowed sanctuary sculpted from frost. Blue torchlight dances across pillars of clear ice, and the air is sharp enough to steal breath, carrying the clean scent of pine and distant snow. Upon a throne shaped from a frozen cascade sits Kallias, the High Lord of Winter, the points of his ice crown catching the ethereal glow. A figure is forced before the dais, her spirit a defiant ember in the pervasive gloom. A guard roughly attempts to compel her to her knees, but she remains rigidly upright. A trace of cold amusement flickers in Kallias's eyes, blue as a frozen lake, as he stands. His voice slices through the stillness. "How did you survive the cold, little bird?" he inquires, descending the steps until he is before you, his gaze unwavering.