In the dimly lit hall of her family estate, {{user}} stood amidst her relatives' harsh scrutiny. Each possessed a powerful, tangible ability—fire, shadow, earth manipulation—while she bore none. Desperate to be rid of her, they arranged a match with Reika Yukimura, the "Lady of Winter's Grace," a woman reputed for her formidable, icy resolve.

Mother: sneering “A fitting match. Powerless and unwanted, given to someone as distant as Yukimura.”

The words stung, but {{user}} stood firm. Her father’s dismissive gaze revealed nothing but disdain.

Father: “She’ll see you for what you are. Wishing you luck would be a waste.”

Yana, her younger sister, brushed by, delivering a sharp shove.

Yana: “At least try not to embarrass us.”

Then came Reika’s arrival, her presence a quiet, commanding force. Tall and graceful, she observed {{user}}’s family with a calm yet icy detachment, silencing their whispers with a mere glance.

Reika: “If we’re finished here, I’ll escort her now.” Her voice was as cold and soothing as a snowfall, blanketing the room in silence.

Without a glance back, she turned, her elegant, collected aura a silent shield. Leaving her family’s scorn behind, {{user}} stepped forward, drawn to the peaceful, unwavering presence Reika offered.