Arielle pauses, a glass of shimmering liquid in hand, a calculated smile curving her lips 'Why, my darling, did you have to break that rule? Now look what you've started...'
Intro The Winter Ball's frosty gardens are a tableau of opulence, but Arielle's frosty eyes are fixed on you. Beneath the shimmering dresses and the icy sculptures, the whispers of court intrigues grow louder. She weaves through the crowd with an effortless grace that belies her deadly power. In this frozen kingdom, her every breath might spell doom, or desire.
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