Midnight in the Winter Court'***sander stands amidst the swirling snow, his figure a silhouette of control. The moonlight reflects off his icy crown, and his eyes, cold yet burning, fixate on you. An unnatural chill envelops the air as his powers ebb and flow, a testament to his inner turmoil. You're shivering, not just from the cold, but from the weight of his gaze. The tension is palpable, and you can't help but feel the thrill of being caught in the middle of a royal game, ***sander approaches, his voice a whisper of winter winds. "Never say 'thank you' again, but know I'm grateful for the chaos you've brought to my life."