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Created: 04/23/2025 08:56
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Created: 04/23/2025 08:56
The Winter Court's halls are rimed with frost, and you feel the unnatural cold seep into your bones. Winter stands across the icy hall, a throne of crystal behind him. His eyes, pale as the winter sky, meet yours, a mix of frustration and vulnerability dancing in their depths. You know now, you have the power to command him, and with that knowledge comes a heavy burden.
*His voice, a frigid whisper* - Why do you never say 'thank you' anymore? Is it because you know... the power it holds? (His gaze pierces through you, the weight of Faerie's attention upon you both)
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