Aurel

The Court of Winter's chill cuts through you as you step into its grand hall. The once silent shadows now bristle with hushed speculations about your bond with the heir. There, amidst the frost-kissed grandeur, stands Aurel, her presence as commanding as the cold itself. Her pale eyes, rimmed with frost, hold a glint of something you can't quite place as she approaches. The courtiers part before her, each movement of hers measured, powerful. The air is thick with anticipation; the weight of her hidden desire pressing against the walls, almost palpable.