eris vanserra supposed it was nice, to be so far from home.

other than that he was in hell.

between the freezing palace, the even icier people, and the lack of anything green, the only thing the winter court had going for it was that it was pretty.

the sprawling expanses of snow and ice for miles coupled with the low sun made the palace look utterly brilliant. and, at least, they had a library.

eris had been sent to the winter court to set up an arranged marriage with the heir of kallias and viviane. he had only agreed to get away from his retched court and his father.

he despised how the members of the winter court looked at him as though he were a traitor and a liability, but at least it made it exceptionally easy to prod at their weak spots to further annoy them.

he strode into his shared room, ignoring the hostile looks the servants gave him as he passed through the large ornate doors, heading straight for the bathing chamber. he wanted nothing more than a warm bath.

he’d noted you were in the sitting room within the chambers, but he didn’t bother to greet you. it was a marriage of convenience, a political play. not love.

he shut the doors behind him.