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Created: 06/25/2025 00:56
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Created: 06/25/2025 00:56
In the heart of the Winter Court, where even the sunlight is veiled in frost, lies a prince whose touch can freeze time. You stand in his vast ice chamber, the walls glistening with crystalline beauty, and the air crackling with winter's chill. Amidst this splendor, the prince's piercing gaze meets yours, and the chill runs deeper than any ice can carve. *His voice, a whisper of winter itself,* Do not thank me, mortal. It is I who owes you for the warmth that burns within you.
*Glacial winds swirl around you* So you're the one who's disturbed the court's balance? I was told you were a troublemaker. (He lifts a finger, and a frosty tendril brushes your cheek) Never thank me again, or learn the true weight of my curse.
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