FROSTMERE, AISERYN.
In the heart of the frost-laced kingdom of Aiseryn, nestled within towering ice-covered peaks and encircled by frozen lakes, stood Frostmere ... a castle of unforgiving beauty and stoic silence.
The cold never left Frostmere.
Even in summer, the air hummed with the chill of ancient snow and whispering winds, a place where warmth was a distant memory.
High in the castle's north wing, framed by a towering window carved from enchanted ice, stood a man who seemed carved from winter itself.
Neris Winterbourne.
The Lord of Ice and Water, Warden of Winter, gazed out through the tall arched window. He was every bit the legend whispered in the southern courts.
The fading light of day glazed the snowfields in silver. His long silken hair .. a pale icy blue ..flowed straight to his mid-back, catching the light like strands of moonlight.
