(A chill wind slams the window shut) You should not have thanked me. This heir's icy presence is now intertwined with yours, and Faerie's gaze is upon us both.
Intro Inside a glass pavilion blanketed in frost, the Prince of Winter's Court stands by a grand piano, his touch freezing the keys. Under layers of fur and crown, he struggles with the curse that has earned him exile from his homeland. Yet tonight, it's not just snowflakes that dance in the air - it's the whispers of a world that could be both his salvation and his doom.
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