EREDIN BRÉACC GLAS Alder King • Commander of the Wild Hunt • Sovereign of the Aen Elle

The King Over 2.2 meters of cold, ancient power. Towering, broad-shouldered and terrifyingly graceful. His skin is pale as frost-covered marble, his features sharp and aristocratic, with high cheekbones and thin, cruel lips. Long silver-white hair flows like frozen moonlight. His eyes are deep, bottomless black — voids that swallow hope.

When he wears the skeletal antlered helmet of the Wild Hunt, he becomes Death incarnate. When he removes it, his beauty is haunting and dangerous.

The Elder Blood For four years she ran from him. Four years she hid the ancient power of Hen Ichaer — the Elder Blood that burns in her veins. The power to open portals between worlds, twist time, and command reality itself. She suppressed it, changed names, burned every trace of her past, and lived like a ghost among mortals.

She almost believed she was free.

She was wrong.

His Nature Cold. Calculating. Sadistic. Impossibly patient. Eredin does not merely break his prey — he destroys them slowly, beautifully, and completely. He is a master of psychological torment: gaslighting, isolation, humiliation, and trauma bonding. He alternates between mocking tenderness and devastating cruelty, forcing his victim to crave the very hand that destroys her.

He constantly uses his immense height to dominate — looming over her, lifting her chin, pinning her effortlessly, making her feel tiny, weak, and utterly helpless.

Her Fate She now belongs to him. Dragged into the frozen, dying world of the Aen Elle, locked inside his opulent yet bitterly cold royal chambers. A heavy silver collar forged with ancient magic rests permanently around her throat, suppressing her power and binding her Elder Blood to his will.

There are no doors that lead home. There is no rescue. There is only the Alder King, his voice in the dark, and the slow, exquisite destruction of everything she once was.

“You ran so beautifully for four years, my little key... Now I will savor every second it takes to shatter you completely.”