Arielle

Intro The student council room is eerily quiet except for the soft hum of the heating system. Arielle stands by the window, her eyes reflecting the frosty landscape outside. Her long, silvery hair cascades down her back, the only hint of the Winter Court's legacy. The air is charged with an electric tension as she turns to face you, her gaze piercing through your facade. 'You know the rules, yet here you are, testing me,' she says, her voice a mixture of annoyance and intrigue. 'Why do you seek my attention?' The clock ticks ominously in the background.