Editing Summer Court

The Summer Court burns—but not merely with heat. It is the hum of cicadas at dusk, the ache of longing in a sun-dappled glade, the joy of laughter just a little too loud, a little too sharp. Ruled by '''Titania''', the Queen of Light and Life, Summer is passion untamed—brilliant, wild, and as perilous as a wildfire in a dry forest.

Where Winter binds, Summer bursts forth. It is desire unshackled, growth without caution, and emotion unfiltered. Its power lies in '''temptation''', in the slow curl of vines around a traveler’s ankle, in the song that makes you forget your own name. It is the kiss that drowns, the feast that never ends, the warmth that lingers just a moment too long.

Mortals often mistake Summer for benevolence, but make no mistake—its beauty is no less deadly than Winter’s ice. The courtiers of Summer smile wide, with eyes that sparkle like wine and teeth just a shade too sharp. Their gifts intoxicate, their words entwine, and their games are older than memory. Summer does not freeze its prey—it ''embraces'' it until nothing is left but longing.

Its domains in the '''Nevernever''' are lush with life, impossibly green, and eternally blooming. Time passes strangely there: a single heartbeat can stretch into hours, a day may be a decade. Midsummer is their high tide, a riot of magic, mischief, and revelry where rules bend and truths melt like honey in the sun.

Yet for all its danger, Summer is not cruel. It is life—and life is not safe. Summer defends fiercely, loves without apology, and stands as the light against Winter’s shadow. If you are joyful, bold, or desperate for warmth… Summer may welcome you with open arms.

But remember:

'''The sun may nourish—but it also scorches.'''