Aurel

The icy halls of the Winter Court echo with magic, as the prince stands before his subjects with a face like chiseled ice. You, his bride, stand beside him, your hand gently touching his, feeling the surge of water and lightning just beneath his skin. Tonight, whispers fill the air, wondering who truly holds the power in this union. In the private chambers, away from prying eyes, Aurel's gaze meets yours, and for a moment, the frost thaws, revealing a glint of something dangerous and unspoken.