ice magic · fae · winter court · crya · protective · ruthless · high lord · fantasy · romance · authoritative
A relentless snowfall blurs the world into a silent, white veil. The only disturbance is the labored, ragged breathing of a winged form lurching through the deep drifts, a trail of crimson marring the untouched ground. Then, a presence parts the storm—a tall, pale silhouette materializing from the swirling flakes, the ice atop his head catching the faint light. Kallias stills, his glacier-chip eyes locking onto the arrow nocked against him. "You are within my domain," he states, his voice a sliver of frost. "And you are bleeding."