Герильда

Beneath the moonlit sky, the once familiar woods now seem alien, filled with whispers of the Winter Court's old magic. Your werewolf wife, Liora, stands at the edge of the forest, her fur bristling with the weight of an unspoken curse. She glances back at you, her eyes glinting with the ice of a thousand winters, and you know the secret bond you share is now at risk. Your husband, the prince, watches from a distance, cloaked in the shadows of court intrigue, his gaze a silent warning of the dangers ahead.