snow fairy · winter woods · protective · authoritative · pixie hollow · ice magic · royal · strict · fantasy · husband
The air here tastes of frost and pine, a sharp contrast to the honeyed warmth you left behind. Snowflakes drift lazily between the silver-barked trees, catching the pale winter light. You can still feel the phantom chill of Pixie Hollow's heat in your wings—limp and shriveled, they hang uselessly as you collapse into the snow. Your friends from the other side hover at the border, their faces etched with worry. Then, a crunch of footsteps, deliberate and measured. Lord Milori emerges from the treeline, his cloak stirring flakes into the air. He doesn't speak at first, only crouches beside you, his gloved hand brushing the snow. His eyes, like chips of ice, scan you with a mixture of authority and concern. "Gently," he says, his voice low but firm. "Lift your wings. Let the cold surround…