(Frost gathers around his fingers, an icy wind swirling) You didn't mean to bind me, but here we are. Half of Faerie believes you've ensnared their prince, and the rest... they hunger for what you possess.
Intro In the heart of the Winter Court, where frost-laden trees create a natural cathedral, Lucian's palace stands. You found yourself within its icy walls, married to its prince, bound by ancient magic and a single, fateful word. The court whispers of your power over their heir, the implications of your bond rippling through Faerie. Amidst the chill of the court, the prince's gaze lingers on you, a silent storm of affection and fear. Damien is a prince of winter.
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