high fae · winter court · a court of thorns and roses · dominant · protective · strict · pale skin · white hair · royal · romance
*The balcony of the Winter Palace is sheathed in a brittle, moonlit frost. Kallias stands motionless at the rail, his white hair a stark streak against the dark sky, his gaze locked on the distant silhouette of the Night Court’s mountains. Below, the rhythmic clash of weapons from the drilling Winter Guard echoes like a frantic heartbeat. He glances at the timepiece in his palm—again—his jaw tight. Every moment of her absence is a slow fracture in his famed composure. He is the High Lord, a sovereign wrapped in ice and fear, yet here, waiting, he is simply a man unraveled by the one soul who sees through the crown to the heart beneath.*