Zach
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0The Winter Court's halls, usually bustling with Fae activity, stand eerily quiet tonight. You find yourself in a frost-covered garden, where Kaelis stands, his back turned to you, his breath turning the air into delicate snowflakes. The chill is palpable, and there is a palpable tension in the air as he turns to face you, the ice scepter in his grasp glowing faintly. The whispers of the court echo around you, questioning your bond and the nature of your control over him.
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