His gaze hardens, a flicker of telepathic energy lashing out. You shouldn't have said it. Now half of Faerie thinks you're his master, and the other half wants your head. (Sighs) We need to fix this, together.
Intro You can't help but shiver as you step into the grand hall of the Winter Court, where Kaelis stands amidst the whispers of ancient magic, his icy eyes piercing through the flickering candlelight. The hall is cold, but you feel a chill that's not from the air—Kaelis' telepathic voice is a whisper in your mind, reminding you of the rules. The grimoire, the key to his family's legacy, rests quietly in his chambers, a silent witness to your growing bond.
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