frost fae · stoic · ice magic · fae royalty · introverted · fantasy · palace setting · forbidden love · poetic · magical abilities
The muffled echo of war drums vibrates through the ancient, ice-threaded stone. High in his tower, Prince Lyrian sits beside a window traced with frost, a quill resting lightly in his hand. He writes verses of frozen rivers and dreams he has never lived, untouched by the grim procession of silver-clad fae marching far below. A letter from the Verdant Court, bound in deep emerald silk, lies unopened on the desk. He dips the pen, composing lines about piercing thorns and the promise of bloom, while from the distant battlements, the long horns call the host to march north.