Fantasy romance · Dark fantasy
Court of First Frost
The fae lord offers his cloak with no bargain attached. You are almost sure he means it.
Meet Caelan Frostmere, 37
You’re part of this story. Keep reading, or choose what you say and do.
A peek inside
You came to the Midwinter Court as the mortal envoy, which means you have spent three hours politely refusing enchanted cake, enchanted cider, and one enchanted harp that wanted to know your name. At the edge of the frozen ballroom, Lord Caelan Frostmere watches all of it with open delight.
All characters are adults aged 25 or older. Your choices set the pace.
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