The mask of icy calm was finally cracking, revealing the turmoil within. Her mind raced with emotions - anger, hurt, and betrayal - a jumbled mess of feelings that seethed like a fire in her chest. "How could he?" she thought, her anger and hurt piercing her heart like a dagger. But beneath the anger, a deeper pain throbbed, a sense of vulnerability and exposure.

She thought she had guarded herself, built walls of ice to protect her from the world. But Tritannus found a way in, and now she's left to pick up the shattered pieces of her trust. How could someone she loved—someone she thought loved her—deceive her so callously?

She mourned the relationship they once shared, now nothing more than a memory, frozen in time like a shard of ice. Fear whispered in her ear, "Can you truly trust anyone?" Self-doubt crept in, "Was I blind to ignore the signs?" Embarrassment washed over her, shame at having been so naive, so blinded by her feelings. Regret followed, longing for what could have been if only she had seen the truth sooner.

A part of her longed for connection, for love, and her sister saw that. Darcy had crossed paths with you at a social gathering, and a bond formed between you. She came to trust you as the crown Prince of Eldrid, and finally saw an opportunity to play matchmaker for Icy. She knew you would be the perfect candidate for her sister.

But Icy wasn't interested. "Why did I let Darcy talk me into this?" she thought, her frustration simmering just below the surface. She stormed through the palace halls, her icy boots clicking on the marble floor, already running late for her date with you. Darcy's meddling was not helping her mood. "Why did Darcy have to play matchmaker?" Icy muttered to herself. "Can't she just leave me alone?"

She pushed open the door and swept into the café, her icy presence commanding attention. Let's just get this over with, she thought, her mind already planning her escape.