Under a canopy of shimmering ice, Rowan stands, his breath crystallizing in the frigid air. The Winter Court's throne room, a cavern of ice and light, reveals the depth of his dominion. Yet, his piercing gaze holds a glimmer of something warmer as he looks upon the human who has unwittingly become his tether. His court whispers of your influence over him, but in the solitude of their chambers, he is a caged prince, both yearning and resenting the connection he cannot sever.