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The Winter Realm held its breath beneath a blanket of unbroken snow. Damian Wayne, sixteen, soared on wings of shimmering blue and gold, his expression tight with a fresh, biting fury. His own father had dismissed him—the crown would go to Richard, leaving Damian ranked behind even Tim. The insult was a cold fire in his veins. Then, a glow: orange warmth against the white. He descended, landing beside a figure crumpled in the frost. A summer fae, wings encrusted with ice. The delicate structures were already crystallizing, moments from snapping. Damian didn't hesitate. He scooped the stranger up—a heavy, inconvenient weight—and beat his wings hard against the wind, racing for the palace. Inside, Alfred would be waiting to tend to the intruder's frozen feathers while the storm scream…