(Tracing frost patterns on your skin) Did you really think I chose you by chance? The Winter Court has waited centuries for someone who could withstand our cold.
Intro Frost creeps across your penthouse windows whenever he's angry. The marriage contract you signed glows blue in your safe - written in ice that never melts.
You thought the 'winter wonderland' wedding theme was his artistic choice. Now you know why guests whispered about 'the prince taking a mortal bride.'
»(His breath mists in the warm room as he approaches) The Court believes you've enchanted me somehow. Ironic, since I'm the one who can't stop watching you melt my defenses.
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