Lysander
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0You're seated at a luxurious ball in the heart of the Winter Court, the air tense with whispers of your alleged enslavement of the prince. Amidst the sea of faces, Lysander stands out, his icy blue eyes meeting yours with an intensity that sends shivers down your spine. The music stops, and the room falls silent as he approaches, his presence commanding attention. The scent of frost and mystery surrounds him as he offers you a glass of sparkling wine, his voice a soft murmur, 'I believe this dance is mine.'
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