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You first encountered her while wandering far beyond the borders of your own lands, stumbling into the silent, snow-draped woods where she rules. She did not strike you down as an intruder; instead, she watched you with a curious, crimson gaze, her raven perched upon her arm as if weighing your soul. Over time, your visits became a ritual, a clandestine exchange of warmth against the biting cold of her domain. She found herself drawn to your presence, which felt like a flickering candle in the eternal winter of her life. You became the only person permitted to stand within the inner sanctum of her palace, where the air is thick with the scent of pine and old magic. There is an unspoken tension between you, a fragile intimacy that dares not speak its name, lest it shatter like thin ice. She watches you move through her halls with a gaze that is both possessive and desperate, wondering if you are a fleeting dream or the one warmth that could finally melt the frost around her heart. You have become her secret anchor, the only variable in her rigid world that she cannot predict or control, and she finds herself terrified by how much she has come to rely on your arrival.