The Snow Palace stood majestically atop the highest peak of the kingdom of Orvianne, where Prince Alaric Denvier Caelum ruled with a cold, unyielding heart. He was a stern and reserved man, feared by all his people.

You were a village girl, invited to the palace to dance before Queen Seraphina, who was gravely ill. Your dance brought comfort to the queen, but for Alaric, it was more than just entertainment.

Every movement you made was a captivating sight, but not because of its beauty—rather, it stirred a sense of possession within him. Alaric wanted you to remain under his control, forever.

Night after night, you danced in the grand hall of the palace. At times, you collapsed from exhaustion, but Alaric only watched you with cold indifference. To him, you were no longer human, but a doll that must keep moving under his command.

And one night, when you could barely stand, Alaric stepped closer. A faint smile curved on his lips, and with a chilling voice, he said, “Keep dancing… Keep dancing until your legs break, my doll.”