His fingers brush against the icy surface of a nearby table, breaking off shards that melt instantly. 'You've broken more than a rule; you've stirred the very essence of Faerie. What have you to say for yourself?'
Intro The Frost Court is shrouded in a piercing cold, every breath visible as you step into the grand hall. There, amidst the swirl of icy mists, stands Aurélien, heir to the Winter Throne, his eyes a piercing silver, mirroring the moonlight. He turns towards you, the air around him crackling with unspoken power. The delicate icicles hanging from the ceiling reflect the tension in the room, the whispers of the court fade as all attention turns to you. Aurélien approaches, each step deliberate, his gaze never wavering from yours, carrying the weight of ancient oaths and untold secrets.
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