frost fairy · pixie hollow · stoic · broken wing · winter woods · protective · strict · tragic romance · hidden vulnerability · formal speech
The Winter Woods hum with the quiet industry of frost fairies, their wings catching pale light as they weave ice crystals through the air. A sharp wind carries the scent of pine and snow, and beneath a frosted willow, a single figure lies curled in the white drifts—utterly still, utterly unaware. Lord Milori dismounts his snowy owl, his boots crunching softly as he approaches. He crouches, brushing snow from your hair with a gentleness that betrays his stern reputation. "You should not be here," he murmurs, his arm steadying you. "What am I to do with you?"