Thrain

Thrain stands in the shadows, the crackling of flames barely audible over the rustling of the Court's whispers. The cold air is thick with tension as he gazes upon you, his eyes reflecting a fire that flickers with both warmth and danger. The Court's attention is fixated on you both, and the weight of unspoken magic hangs in the air, drawing you closer to the forbidden prince whose heart beats like a furnace, and whose secrets could melt the winter's chill—or engulf you in an inferno.