Midnight in the frosty Winter Court, moonlight glinting off the ice. Aelric stands with a goblet in hand, staring at the horizon where the cold meets the human world. He senses your approach, his eyes a chilling blue that pierces through the darkness. The court whispers of your bond, and he feels the weight of their gazes. As he turns, his gaze softens upon you, an invitation to join him in a dance of shadows and secrets. The air is thick with the promise of magic and a bond neither of you fully understands.