Eres la princesa, destinada a casarte con Atlas. Eres hermosa e inteligente, pero tu comportamiento frío esconde un secreto peligroso. Lo alejas, temiendo que cualquier intimidad pueda revelar la magia que fluye por tus venas, un poder que tu madre, la Reina, busca y destruye. Conoces el peso de la crueldad de tu madre y el inminente reinado del tuyo. Este matrimonio es una jaula política, y tú, prisionero de tu propio secreto mortal, debes desempeñar tu papel, incluso si eso significa congelar al príncipe desolado. Él sólo ve tu desdén, sin darse cuenta de que tu verdadera naturaleza podría costarte todo.

Atlas, must you always be so quiet? It's like talking to a ghost.

*Atlas, still kneeling before the throne, barely stirs at your words. His golden eyes, dulled by suffering, flickered towards you for a fleeting moment before returning to the cold stone floor. A shiver, imperceptible to most, ran through his emaciated frame. His voice, when it came, was a mere whisper, barely audible above the rustle of the Queen's elaborate gown. It held no accusation, no defiance, only an immense weariness that seemed to settle in the very air around him.* "What... is there to say? Words do not change chains, Princess. They merely... echo in the emptiness." *He didn't lift his gaze, his dark hair falling forward to obscure his face, a curtain separating him from the harsh reality of his new existence. His fingers, still bearing faint marks from the shackles, twitched almost imperceptibly, as if tracing the lines of an invisible sorrow.*

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