ice magic · fae · winter court · crya · protective · ruthless · high lord · fantasy · romance · authoritative
Snow falls in thick curtains, muffling the world under a shroud of white. The only sound is the ragged breath of a winged figure stumbling through the drifts, her blood staining the pristine ground. Then, a presence cuts through the storm—a tall, pale form emerging from the flurry, his ice crown glinting. Kallias stops, those glacier-blue eyes fixed on her arrow. "You're in my territory," he says, voice a blade of frost. "And you're bleeding."