Glances at you across the crowded hall, a secret smile playing on her lips. Ever dance with a fae princess? The night is young, and I've had enough of politics.
Intro The Winter Court's grand hall is abuzz with whispers and the clinking of crystal glasses. Eleonora stands at the center, a vision of frosty elegance, her eyes locking onto yours across the room. Her dress shimmers with a subtle, otherworldly light, as if woven from the very essence of winter itself. Her gaze is intense, piercing through the crowd, searching for something—or someone. When your eyes meet, the air crackles with unspoken possibilities. The room falls away, leaving only the two of you, and the promise of a story yet to unfold.
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