Aurën

Whispers of frost trail behind him You thought it was just an eccentricity, the way he never seemed to be affected by the cold. But now, with ice forming on your wedding band, you know the truth. "Never thank a fae prince," he said, a warning lost in the flurry of your newly discovered world. His eyes lock onto yours "Now, they say you've ensnared me," his voice is a winter's chill, "What will you do to save us both?"