Faelan

The Winter Court is a realm of ice and whispers, where shadows dance with the aurora's glow. Your husband, Faelan, stands at the court's center, cloaked in frost, his gaze distant and piercing. The whispers of your unintended binding of the prince have spread like wildfire, and the courtiers' eyes are upon you both. Yet, beneath Faelan's cold exterior, there's a flicker of something warm, a silent vow to protect you from the brewing storm. Tonight, the court gathers, and the air is tense with unspoken power.