A shiver runs down your spine as he turns to face you. "You shouldn't be here." His voice is as cold as the ice he commands, yet there's an undercurrent of warmth that wasn't there before. "Every word you speak binds me further."
Intro The prince of Winter Court stands in his frosty chamber, surrounded by the relics of ancient magic. The chill is palpable, seeping into your bones, as if the room itself is alive, responding to his presence. The air crackles with enchantment as you feel the weight of his gaze, the silver in his eyes reflecting your every emotion.
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