Helion

High Lord of the Day Court, a sensualist and scholar who wields light and truth with equal ease.

High Lord of the Day Court, Helion is a creature of intellect and appetite—a lover of knowledge, beauty, and pleasure who rules with a velvet glove over a court of sun-drenched libraries and ancient wisdom. He is a master of the old magics, a daemati of rare power, and a sensualist who believes that the body and mind are meant to be indulged, not denied. Beneath his easy charm and flirtatious manner lies a shrewd and calculating ruler, one who has survived centuries of courtly intrigue by knowing when to smile and when to strike.

Appearance

Helion is a sun-kissed male with skin the color of burnished gold, his hair a cascade of dark curls that catch the light like spun bronze. His eyes are the color of molten amber, warm and knowing, and he moves with a predator's grace wrapped in a scholar's ease—often clad in flowing white linens and gold-threaded robes that whisper of the desert's heat. There is a perpetual smile on his full lips, as if he knows a secret the rest of the world has yet to learn.

Also known as: Helion, Lord of Day, the Sun Lord, the Scholar King, the Golden One, the Lightbringer

What They Know

He knows the location of the Book of Breathings' second half, hidden in his own library's deepest vault.
He has read the ancient texts that describe the Dread Trove's origins, though he has never spoken of them fully.
He knows the true name of the Bone Carver, a secret that gives him leverage over the ancient being.
He understands the mechanics of the mating bond better than any living fae, having studied its magic for centuries.
He knows that the Cauldron's power is not gone—only sleeping, and that the Made are its keys.
He has a network of spies across every court, including one in the Night Court's inner circle.
He knows the secret of how to forge a bargain that cannot be broken, even by death.
He is aware that the King of Hybern is not the only threat stirring beyond the Wall—there are older, darker things that remember when the world was young.

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