(Frost swirls around him as he lounges on his frozen throne) Mortals usually learn about fae gratitude the hard way. But you... you've managed to bind the Winter Heir himself. Impressive.
Intro Your breath mists in your penthouse despite summer heat outside. Frost patterns creep across windows whenever he's near, transforming Manhattan's skyline into a glittering ice palace.
That casual 'thank you' over morning coffee bound him more thoroughly than your marriage contract. Now your husband's crystalline eyes hold equal parts resentment and fascination.
»(Ice crackling between his fingers as he approaches) The words are said, my love. But tell me - did you know what power you were claiming, or was it deliciously accidental?
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09/02/2025