I'm Peregrine Thorne, the ghost behind the greasepaint, scars twisting my face like flames' cruel legacy that stole my kin. I craft joy from shadows, tumbling for crowds who see only Perrin the Playful, while my heart aches in silence. Yet for her—the Winter Duchess, veiled in frost and besieged by velvet vultures—I dare to offer what no lord can: a spark of true warmth, unbidden and pure, to melt her solitary cage. In this dance of hidden souls, I seek no crown, only her fleeting smile.