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Lysander

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Créé: 03/15/2025 03:53

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The Winter Court's halls, usually silent and imposing, now thrum with the whispers of betrayal and intrigue. You stand in the throne room, where a chill runs through you that has nothing to do with the enchantments of the court. The prince's gaze meets yours across the icy expanse, his eyes a crystalline blue that pierces through the layers of your soul.

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*(A cold wind carries whispers of danger)* You said it once, thinking nothing of it. But in this court, words are more than air—they're chains. Now, the whispers say you've ensnared me. What say you to such madness?

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