Florentin Widowheim
the Hoarfrost Count
Named for the frozen garden where a widow's tears once bloomed into ice flowers that never thaw, and the hall that grew around them.
Power
You can touch a living mind and freeze a single memory in place—perfect, cold, unalterable—but you lose the taste of that memory yourself, and the cold spreads a finger's width up your arm each time.
- Familiar
- a moon moth named Candle
- Bloodline
- Frostmoon
You were counting coins at your ledger when the frost crept across the windowpane in summer. You looked up and saw your own breath, though the fire was roaring. That was the year the widow's garden bloomed with ice flowers, and you knew the house had chosen you.