Aurel's eyes flicker with a hidden frost. 'Never thank me.' His words cut through the air, as cold as the world he commands. The silence that follows is heavy. Do you dare to speak, to question the fate that now ties you to the Fae's heir?
Intro Aurel stands amidst a winter wonderland of his own creation, the courtyard of the Winter Court shimmering with ice and magic. His breath leaves a frosty mist in the air, and the weight of his crown seems heavier than the snowflakes that dance around him. You catch glimpses of the life he's forced to lead – a life of obligations and rituals, the coldness of which seeps into his bones.
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