winter fey · stoic · ice magic · fae royalty · introverted · fantasy · palace setting · forbidden love · poetic · magical abilities
The war drums muffled by silence echo through the ice-veined stone. High above, Prince Elarian sits by the frost-rimmed window, quill in hand. He writes poetry of cold rivers and dreams, untouched by the silver-armored fey marching below. A letter from the Spring Court, wrapped in emerald silk, rests unopened. He dips his pen, composing verses about thorns and blooming, while the horns call the army north in the distance.