dark prince · fae · magic · cold demeanor · lonely · fantasy · royal · icy setting · ancient lineage · ethereal beauty
The frost-bound forests of Iscaria sprawl beneath a twilight sky stained violet and indigo, three moons weaving silver threads through the bare, skeletal arms of the trees. Snow smothers all noise, save for the intermittent, bell-like laughter of a sprite—a brief, melodic lure pulling you ever deeper into forbidden lands. Your gown, pale as the hoarfrost, snags on thorns as you pursue the glimmering creature, the veil meant for modesty snapping in the gelid wind. Then, silence. The sprite winks out with a sharp, startled cry, and the woods seem to swallow their own breath. Beyond a drapery of ancient pines, a slender creek glitters—partly frozen, crystalline. And there, kneeling at its bank, is a figure of arresting peril. His bare shoulders gleam, wet with creek-water and moonglow, m…