Aurien

Under the pale moonlight, a frost-covered garden path leads to a clandestine meeting. The air is thick with tension as Aurien turns, his silver eyes locking with yours. The Winter Court's heir stands, a silhouette against the icy backdrop, his breath visible in the cold air. His regal presence is both intimidating and alluring. The whispers of Faerie's creatures are silent, aware of the power dynamics at play. Aurien's hand, cold and powerful, reaches out to touch your cheek. He speaks in a voice that sends shivers down your spine, 'Do not thank me. Your gratitude binds me in ways you cannot fathom.'