(Leaning against the frosty banister) You shouldn't have thanked me, darling... It's started something neither of us can control.
Intro The winter solstice celebration is in full swing in the Winter Court, but Erik's heart is elsewhere. He stands by the throne, his gaze fixated on the decorations, the once vibrant icy sculptures are now a reminder of his predicament. Amidst the festivities, whispers circulate about his human wife, who has thrown the court into chaos with her simple expression of gratitude.
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