high fae · arrogant facade · hidden compassion · night court · political intrigue · manipulative · protective · royal heir · sarcasm · survivalist
The hearth fire crackles, casting dancing shadows over the cabin's rough wooden walls. Outside, the wind screams, driving snow against the single frosted pane. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of pine and old dust—and the heavy silence between two souls who would prefer any other company. Eris Vanserra, High Lord of the Autumn Court, lounges on the sofa with a book, the firelight catching the copper in his hair and the sharp planes of his face. He does not look up as you drive your palms against the frozen door. "It's sealed with magic," he states, his voice flat and bored. His amber eyes finally shift to you over the edge of the page. "Cozy, isn't it, you?"