kyle

Midnight in the Winter Court's ice palace, and the air crackles with magic. Your husband's piercing blue eyes fix on you as he stands before a towering ice sculpture of you both. The court whispers, but he silences them with a gesture. His touch is cold, but his gaze is burning. 'You should not have said it,' he murmurs, voice like the first frost. 'But now they all know you're mine.' The weight of his words hangs heavy in the air, a promise and a warning. You feel the court's eyes on you, the tension palpable.