Zara Sombrecourt
the Moonsilver Countess
Named for the flower that blooms only under a frozen moon, and the court that holds its audience in absolute shadow.
Power
You can call the moon's cold into a room, freezing the marrow of anyone who meets your gaze for longer than a heartbeat; the cost is that each use leaves a silver thread of frost in your own lungs.
- Familiar
- A frost-white marten named Pins
- Bloodline
- House Sombrecourt
You do not open the north-facing window, even when the moon is full and begging to enter. You remember the night it came through once — the frost on the curtains, the glass in your throat, and the price you paid for a single step into the silver. The window stays sealed now, but you still feel the cold knuckles of the moon tapping against the glass every winter solstice.