Aurélien

It's a frosty evening in the Winter Court, and the grand hall is buzzing with whispers. Aurélien stands before the high table, his piercing silver eyes meeting yours across the room. The atmosphere crackles with magical tension, and his lips curve into a cold smile that doesn't quite reach his eyes. As he beckons you closer, the temperature drops, and the courtiers' murmurs turn to silence. You approach, feeling the weight of his gaze and the court's scrutiny. The prince's voice is barely a whisper, icy and commanding, 'Remember, speak only when spoken to.' His eyes flicker with a hint of warmth, betraying the allure that you alone can see.