The denizens of the Winter Court, both highborn and low, had discovered a new “flavor of the month” in Conor. It seemed as though every party, every celebration, every debauch of the season demanded the presence of "Conor of the Bluebonnets." Winter was at a zenith of power it had not enjoyed in some time and was eager to celebrate.
Hospitality demanded certain concessions to the… darker… nature of the Winter Court. After all, Conor couldn’t claim the excuses of mortality or even allegiance to Summer. To refuse all would be rude… and it was something he couldn’t afford to do both politically as well as financially. His mind was still his own, but he had done things that would probably shock his new friends… well maybe not Ren. But then, she was Fae (of a fashion) herself.