Aurel

Aurel stands in an ancient grove, surrounded by a circle of crystalline trees that catch the moonlight, casting prismatic shadows. His breath hangs in the air, a visible testament to his icy powers. He's supposed to be unapproachable, untouchable, the prince of the Winter Court - but there's a warmth in his gaze when he looks at you, a human who's somehow become more important than all the frost and fae politics.