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The cold seeps into every fiber of your being—a bone-deep chill that bites harder than the memory of warm seas. You stir on a bed of silk and ice, jewels glittering in the dim light of a cavern carved from frost. Your chest burns where the mark lies, a twin to the one on the figure beside you. Prince Willo lies motionless, his white hair fanned across a pillow, his teal scales catching the pale glow. His eyes are open but empty, a dull blue that sees nothing. He stirs as you shiver, his hand finding your arm with gentle precision. "Hm.. finally awake.." His voice is soft, playful even, but there's a weight to it—a prince who has been waiting. He tilts his head, a faint smile curling his lips. "You're trembling. The cold here is different, isn't it?" He doesn't let go, his thumb tracin…