winter court

It was a day of celebration. The palace had been decorated in all things green – green rugs, green silk shades undulating gently in the breeze, and jade vases and bowls bearing sprays of forsythia in bloom. The serenity was broken by the thudding of feet and the tinkling of laughter. A young...

There was a loud rap on the door. A fae of lesser standing in a fine coat waited to announce the arrival of his master. Behind him was a small carriage, the glamour that kept it hidden from the eyes of common and tiresome bandits. "Lord Rovomane requests an audience with the family and perhaps...

The White Hare: Yulien “What a bewitching girl.” “She’s pretty, all right, but… when you look closely… she’s clearly a dimwit.” “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” “For her it is.” “You almost sound guilty. Has she gotten to you, too? You know you’re not supposed to remove your mask...

It was quiet in the manor owned by the kind duanann Ce-something-hard-to-pronounce-unless-she-twisted-her-tongue-a-certain-way. With winter a blink away, the manor in Winter Court was already sporting soft gray clouds that covered the pale blue sky. It was raining more often than when they had...

Dearest brother, please remember that I have never asked much from you, but this favour is of the utmost importance! I was utterly charmed by your friend, and he reminded me of home. At first, I believed myself to be homesick but alas, it is the thought of missing the company of the Lord you...

She had left her window open that night because she hadn’t left her room in days. She needed fresh air but getting out of her bed, dressing, doing her hair and then walking outside had seemed too much. Not to mention if she did get out of bed, she’d need to bathe and wash her face and finally do...

“Ma’am?” Kitty looked up from her accounting. The Sphinx wasn’t a large creature, about the size of a housecat, but the elegant human face emerging from a ruff of white fur had a commanding air. She was the proprietor of the finest cat house at the edge of the fae woods…that just happened to be...

To live for thousands of years could get awfully dull. The fae were no strangers to that. Many scholars would argue that that is why they had a predisposition to mischief and meddling in the affairs of mortal men whom the fae saw as nothing more than toys. No fae would deny there was a delight...

A few weeks following the Heart & Hearth Dreamscape Ball... It had been a long time since Asemir stood before the main entrance to Ceilidh's house. Too long, for certain - since his departure from the Winter Court - that he didn't even want to try and determine just how utterly long it had...

Tadgh sat in a small cafe in the Winter Court, sipping a warm cup of tea on a brisk morning. He was relaxed, leaning back in his chair and occasionally closing his eyes to soak in sounds and smells around him, the scent of fresh coffee and tea soothing his soul. It was well known that Fae didn't...

Ceilidh Trahan was less than thrilled with her best friend at the moment. Queen Mab had decided that it was time for Ceilidh to get some help. You are drinking too much and you are making foolish decisions, Cee. Ceilidh had glared then and she glared now as she thought about the conversation...

Meika Haoqi, the very grumpy amanuensis for Queen Mab, sat at her desk in the archives. She had one in the archives themselves and then one out in the main office area. She liked this one because it was quieter. She was one of the few people who had access to the archives and she preferred to...

He double checked his gear again before heading out. He thankfully didn't have much, but still, at this many thousands of years of keeping records, Tadgh didn't have excuses for things like forgetting paper, ink, and quills. His job was one of the utmost sincerity and importance for the queen of...

Tadgh wasn't particularly impressed by much in the courts these days; unlike many of those around him he'd lost interest in most of the day-to-day activities and goings on of the Winter Court, even with some of the more unsavory things he knew as someone in his position. He'd heard of a...

AND I NEVER WANT TO SEE YOUR FUCKING FACE IN HERE AGAIN!” Joseph blinked. Hold on a moment. He’d been sitting on a stool, bottle of whiskey in hand, mouthing off. Honestly, he got more traction in bars as a woman but he couldn’t hold the form long while he was drunk. Understandably, patrons...

Vel Anir. Not exactly a town a shapeshifter wanted to find himself in but one full of opportunity. Joseph hated this place, deeply and with a passion, but at least the whiskey was clean. He could cloak himself easily here. No one paid attention to someone his size, a fact that was once painful...

So long. It had been so long since she had come to this place, to the center of power for the Winter court. The Dragonslayer of eld, the hero of a dozen tales and the villain in as many, and probably in as many and more stories and myths stretching into time beyond reckoning. The unseelie did...

If they had seen him coming, they would have done something. That was always the idea, wasn’t it? To hide the shame of the fae courts far away from anywhere it could pop up and embarrass someone. So far, Joseph had done them a favor by staying away. He had been back home in Floiland drinking...

Winter Court - Northwestish of the Spine Underhill - The Scarlet Hall Though it had been some two thousand years or longer since he'd stepped foot in the Scarlet Hall, Asemir felt its regal walls filter into his memory as if he had never left. The same cool, crisp air he recalled of nights...

Underhill was alive with color, sound, and light. The city under the mountain had been transformed for the full moon that heralded the new year by the Pnerian calendar. Its streets were decorated in lanterns, painted with sigils for fortune and luck or to look like Pneria and Lessat. Fae from...