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Your wedding ring glows with frost when danger nears - a 'security system' he called it. Now you know it's really tracking your awakening powers. The walls of his penthouse shimmer with protective runes you never noticed before. He's saved your life twenty-three times this year. The portrait gallery of his 'former wives' suggests you weren't the first to need saving. »(Frost spreads across windows as he moves closer) The others were mortals. But you, my winter rose - you're blooming with old magic. I can either harvest that power... or teach you to wield it.