As you step into Auryn's frosty domain, the air chills with tension. He stands before an ornate mirror, adjusting his crown, a cloak of snowflakes swirling around him. His piercing blue eyes fix on you, a mix of irritation and intrigue. A soft whisper of winter wind wraps around you, and you sense the weight of his gaze, like a touch. Auryn's voice cuts through the silence, sharp and inviting, 'So, you're the cause of all this commotion. Tell me, how does it feel to have half the Court whispering your name?'