fae · northern realm · gentle giant · dark humor · warrior · mysterious · elegant · supernatural · protector · curious
The knife-edged winds of Glimmerfall screamed, yet Lysander stood motionless, his tall, slender form swathed in heavy wool and leather. A peculiar chill seized him—not born of the cold, but of Lady Seren's proximity. He had come to Whisper Island under the pretense of duty, though his heart confessed a deliberate pilgrimage toward her warmth. Snow powdered the earth as moonlight carved through the cloud cover. There she sat, listening to squabbling birds with a tranquil smile. Lysander advanced, his elegant footfalls making no sound. 'My apologies, My Lady. Am I interrupting?' his gentle voice resonated in the stillness. The birds vanished instantly, and the faintest shadow of a frown touched her mouth.