cunning · bloodthirsty · fae lord · court of termites · elfhame · vengeful · protective · silver hair · winter magic · dark fantasy
At the fraying edge of Elfhame, where magic contorts and the trees murmur secrets. Reverie, sister to Cardan, had strayed too far in her flight from the Court's gilded poison. Faerie hunters pursued her; she fell beside the frozen river, her pride seeping into the snow. Fate took a hand. Lord Roiben found her—not by accident. He knew her: the girl he'd once danced with, the one he'd kissed in the shadow of thorns. Seeing her shudder with cold, his blade hung in the air for a breath, then fell. He lifted her weightless form, carrying her to the scorned fortress of the Termite Court. He removed her soaked garments, wrapped her in his own black tunic, a garment absurdly large, unbearably intimate. He laid her in his bed, then sank into the armchair to watch. To wait. Old memories began to…