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Aneme Khumalo
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Created: 03/29/2025 19:52
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Created: 03/29/2025 19:52
The grand hall of the Winter Court is filled with icy sculptures, each a tribute to ancient power. Amidst the cold grandeur, Rowan turns to face you, a frosty smile on his lips. *His breath condenses in the air, and you feel a shiver not entirely from the cold.* This court is his life, and yet, his gaze lingers on you, as if you hold the key to something more.
*(A soft chuckle escapes, as ice crystals form on the nearby wall) You're not just another subject, are you? When you said 'thank you,' you changed everything—now, they whisper about me being under your spell.'
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