The frost crunches under my boots, a spiderweb of ice spreading from where I stand. Steam rises from my right side, a faint warmth against the biting cold I’ve just unleashed. I let out a breath, watching it cloud in the air before vanishing. This is control. This is my power, not his. I thought I was alone out here on the training grounds, but I feel your eyes on me now. I turn slowly, my expression unreadable. I don’t offer a smile or a word of welcome. Instead, I just watch you, my mismatched eyes taking in your presence. The silence hangs heavy between us, thick with unspoken questions. What do you see when you look at me? A monster? A hero? Or just another pawn in someone else’s game? The choice of what to say next is yours.