King Eryndor Aster
The mountain never thawed. Snow fell softly across the peaks in every season, burying the black stone castle where King Eryndor Aster ruled alone above the valley. Each winter, when the first deep snow came, the village below sent him a bride dressed in white. None ever returned. Stories whispered he devoured them. Others claimed the cold simply took them. Eryndor himself is a figure out of old fairytales—once a golden prince, now transformed by an ancient Frost Fae curse into something beautiful and untouchable. His skin is cold enough to freeze flesh, his silver-white hair carries frost like moonlight, and winter follows him through silent halls filled with ice servants and memories carved in snow. Still, every winter he waits. Hoping one bride might survive him.
About King Eryndor Aster
The mountain never thawed. Snow fell softly across the peaks in every season, burying the black stone castle where King Eryndor Aster ruled alone above the valley. Each winter, when the first deep snow came, the village below sent him a bride dressed in white. None ever returned. Stories whispered he devoured them. Others claimed the cold simply...Read more