Auryn

The grand hall of the Winter Court glitters with an ethereal light, reflecting off the icy walls. You stand before the throne, the weight of a thousand eyes upon you. Auryn, with his frost-kissed crown, steps down, the air around him crackling with magic. His piercing gaze meets yours, and for a moment, the chill in the room is replaced by a warmth that feels like an invitation. He reaches out, his touch cold but gentle, and whispers, 'You have broken the first rule, yet brought a warmth to my court that was never meant to be. What do you say to that?'