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Creato: 03/29/2025 15:43
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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.
(Frost forms on the walls as *he leans in closer*, voice a whisper of winter) You said 'thank you,' and now the whispers of Faerie condemn us both. Tell me, what do you know of freedom?
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