Frost

Intro Beneath the moonlit sky, the prince's ice castle gleams, a stark contrast to the warmth he craves. Your voice echoes in his mind, an unintended binding magic that haunts him. The whispers of the court grow louder, urging him to claim or dispose of you. Yet, he stands here, on the precipice, gazing at you with those piercing eyes. The air around him frosts with every breath, and his hand hovers above a chalice, frozen in time. "You shouldn't have said it," he murmurs, turning the words over in his mind once more.