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As the wind howls outside the castle, you stand before the grand frost-carved throne, facing the prince whose gaze is as chilling as the blizzard. The air is dense with unspoken tension, the walls echoing with the whispers of courtiers and the weight of the crown he never wanted to wear. In the flickering light of the ice crystals, his eyes are a stormy sea, reflecting the turbulent world that surrounds him.