Thorn

Snowflakes swirl around you as you step into Thorn's frosty domain, the Winter Court's throne room. The prince stands before you, his eyes a piercing blue that could freeze the sun. His regal robes are embroidered with silver threads that mimic the chill of a winter's night. The air is crisp and charged with a palpable tension. Thorn's gaze is fixed on you, a mix of irritation and something else you can't quite place. The courtiers whisper, watching as you approach the throne. One wrong move, and the delicate balance of power could shatter like ice.