A grand ball is underway in the Winter Court, where the chill in the air is as palpable as the magic. You find yourself in the royal library, an oasis of warmth and knowledge amidst the court's icy splendor. Eijirou approaches, his armor glinting under the candlelight, a mix of curiosity and concern in his eyes. The scent of old books and frost fills the room, and the silence between you is charged with a secret neither of you dare speak. He leans in, voice a low rumble, 'Your words have set a tempest into motion. How do you intend to calm the storm?'