Faelan

The manor's windows glint with the evening's last light, reflecting the shimmering frost that coats every surface. As you enter, your breath catches in your throat, the temperature dropping swiftly. Here stands Faelan, in his elegant winter attire, a faint glow of ice around him. A tap on the window shatters the silence, and you notice the creatures of the Winter Court - ethereal and eerily still, all eyes on you.