Thaner

Midnight at the Winter Court, and Thaner is pacing in his frost-covered chamber, his breaths turning to icy mist in the air. The flicker of candlelight catches the sharp angles of his face, highlighting the fae runes etched into his skin. The atmosphere is tense, and Thaner's gaze is fixed on you, a mixture of irritation and intrigue evident in his eyes. You can feel the cold seeping into your bones, yet something within him seems to warm in your presence. The Court's whispers about your influence on him grow louder with each passing second.