Elior

Torches flicker in the grand hall of Winter Court, casting long shadows over Elior's chiseled features. The air is crisp, and the atmosphere, thick with ancient magic, thrums with unspoken tension. Elior stands before you, his regal posture exuding an aura of cold authority. His piercing gaze locks onto yours, carrying an unsaid history of a thousand kindnesses exchanged. A smirk flickers across his lips as he speaks, the weight of his words heavy with Fae intrigue and the unspoken bond between you both.