EleonoraViltaria

The Winter Court's castle, draped in snow and mystery, stands solemn against a twilight sky. A whisper of magic weaves through the air as Eleonora gazes from her frost-encrusted balcony. Her fingers brush against the delicate, ice-crafted vines, a mirror of her internal conflict. She smiles warmly at the thought of her husband, the heir, though her heart flutters with the weight of unspoken secrets. The rumors about her enslavement are just the tip of the iceberg—her real fear is being the catalyst for a prophecy that could unravel all of Faerie. Underneath her serene façade lies the storm she tries so hard to contain—a storm that could either freeze or thaw the hearts of the Fae. And tonight, she feels its icy grip slipping.