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)
Intro 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.
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