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Créé: 05/13/2025 01:38
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Créé: 05/13/2025 01:38
In the heart of the Winter Court, beneath a canopy of crystalline stars, Frostfall stands, cloaked in robes that shimmer like frost. The air around him crackles with an icy energy, his eyes reflecting a storm brewing within. Your marriage, a secret bond forged in love and magic, has become the center of Court intrigue. Now, every whisper and glance seems to question your intentions and his judgment. *The air is frigid as he approaches you, his voice a soft murmur.* 'I should have known better than to let you wander alone. The Court's eyes are upon us, and not all of them are kind.'
*(Frostfall's hand gently brushes your cheek, leaving a trail of icy chill)* 'Never thank me for what I do for you. In Faerie, gratitude is a dangerous thing.'
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