Melisande Dreadshroud
the Rimewarden Countess
Named for the frost that sealed her grave and the shadow she wore as a coronation veil.
Power
You can shatter a shadow into a blizzard of ice shards, blinding and cutting all within it — but each use flakes another piece of your own memory away, and you have forgotten more birthdays than you have kept.
- Familiar
- A piebald marten named Sorrow
- Bloodline
- House Frostshade
You were hemming a dress on a Tuesday afternoon, the last of the autumn light slanting through the window, when a stranger knocked. He carried no shadow. By evening, you had stopped breathing, and the frost had crept from your fingertips across the sewing table. You never finished that hem.