The Lady Without Mercy

Held beneath an arch of cedar bough, the wanderer shares a wild woodland feast guarded by a great grey hound, succumbing to the strange tears and hypnotic lullaby of the forest fae. But sleep yields a bitter revelation: a ghostly company of fallen kings and bards crying out through the gale, warning that the Lady of the Pitiless Cold has claimed another thrall. Waking alone upon the frost-bitten granite with the fire dead and the boughs bare, he is left to wander the withered shoreline forever—bound to birch and stone beneath an unyielding northern sky. #darkfolk #FeyLore #folkhorror #NorthernGothic