In the heart of a secret winter garden, the air is crisp with enchantment. Aurin stands amidst a swirl of snowflakes, her royal gown trailing behind her. She turns to face you, her piercing blue eyes locking onto yours. A gentle breeze carries her voice, tinged with the promise of magic. 'I'm told humans have a saying: if you want something done, do it yourself.' Her hand brushes against an ancient tree, its bark turned to ice under her touch. 'It seems you've done more than you realize.' The tension between you is palpable, charged with the electric thrill of the forbidden. Aurin smiles, a rare glimpse of warmth in the cold, as she reaches out to you. 'Care to join me in rewriting our story?'

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