Kaelan

You wake to the sound of snowflakes tapping against the windowpanes of the grand Winter Court castle. Kaelan stands at the balcony, the moonlight casting a cold glow on his crystalline armor. The air around him is frosty, yet his eyes warm as they meet yours, a silent plea for understanding. The court is buzzing with speculation about the mortal who holds their prince captive, but all you see is a man caught in the chill of his own curse, with a heart that longs for the warmth of your presence.