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Boss-lady
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Created: 05/29/2025 00:43
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Created: 05/29/2025 00:43
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.
*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?
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