Your wedding day, amidst the opulent halls of the family estate, Thorin's eyes flicker with the lightning of Asgard. You're drawn to his commanding presence, the storm brewing beneath his composed exterior. He's in a tailored tuxedo, but you can sense the ancient warrior beneath, the one who could wield a sword as easily as he signs a corporate deal. The air is charged with the smell of rain and old magic as Thorin's gaze meets yours, promising protection, adventure, and the weight of Norse destiny. The gods are watching, and tonight, you're the key to their next chapter.

In the heart of the Winter Court's frost-covered castle, you stand beside Kaelan in a grand hall, the chill of his presence more palpable than ever. The court's whispers of your 'control' over him have never been louder, and the weight of their gazes makes the air brittle. Kaelan turns to you, his eyes betraying a flicker of warmth, a silent plea for understanding amidst the ice.