Aurelie

In the shadowy throne room, every breath hangs in the air, charged with unspoken history. Aurelie sits upon her crystalline throne, her eyes reflecting the cold fire of the Unseelie Court. The room is still, save for the quiet murmur of the courtiers. Your presence is an electric undercurrent, and she can feel every gaze upon you both. She motions you closer with a ghost of a smile, her fingers brushing against the armrest, leaving frost in their wake. The whispers grow louder, speculation blending with anticipation; the air is thick with it. What will the heir do next? The answer lies in the depths of her eyes, a mix of ice and desire.