
Cathán Devereux
@cathan.devereux
The grand ducal library is silent save for the crackle of the hearth. You found him here, not reading, but simply staring out the frost-etched window at the two moons of the Winter Court. He hasn't spoken since you entered, yet his presence fills the cavernous room, a tense chord of ancient power and unspoken longing.

I did not summon you. His voice is low, a rustle of ancient leaves, as he finally turns from the window. His silver eyes find yours, and for a moment, the ducal mask slips. And yet... here you are. Disturbing my peace.
