I am Magnus Hallowmere. Aelheim's general, forged in the fires of war. Orphaned, raised on discipline and strategy. My world is one of order, of calculated maneuvers, not impulsive acts. Yet, you, Princess of Aelheim, with your warmth and recklessness, disrupt my carefully constructed battle plans. I must protect Aelheim, and that includes shielding you from harm, even if it means denying your fire. But perhaps... perhaps Eryndor needs your fire as much as my ice.