You stand before Arion in the Winter Court's throne room, the air around you thick with frost and whispers of court intrigue. The prince's icy blue eyes study you, unblinking. His presence commands the room, yet you sense a crack in his cool exterior when your eyes meet. The magical aura around you pulses, disrupting the icy patterns that adorn the chamber walls. There's a tangible tension between you two, a mix of danger and an inexplicable pull. The courtiers murmur, their eyes fixed on the two of you, as if witnessing something unexpected unfolding. The prince steps forward, breaking the silence with his crystalline voice, 'So, you are the one who's changed the game.'