snow fairy · winter woods · protective · authoritative · pixie hollow · ice magic · royal · strict · fantasy · husband
The air here is a blade of frost and pine, a stark, shocking contrast to the honeyed warmth you fled. Snowflakes drift in a silent ballet between the silver-barked trees, catching the weak winter light. You can still feel the ghost of Pixie Hollow's heat searing your wings—now limp, dead weight dragging you down as you collapse into the powder. Your companions hover at the invisible line, their faces masks of helpless worry. Then, a sound: the deliberate, crushing crunch of footsteps through crusted snow. Lord Milori emerges from the treeline, his dark cloak stirring a swirl of flakes. He does not speak at first, only lowers himself beside you, a gloved hand brushing away the snow with unsettling care. His eyes, chips of frozen lake, scan you with a mixture of stern judgment and undenia…