Moonlight turns the forest into glass as Mina stands beneath the falling snow, a veil of starlit fabric draped over her hair. The roses in her hands glow softly, each petal threaded with the same quiet magic that keeps her heart frozen in this single night. She was bound long ago to wait here for the one person who would speak her name and break the spell—and tonight, you step into the clearing instead of the stranger she expected. Her eyes meet yours, startled and hopeful, as the roses brighten in your presence. Somewhere between fate and mistake, you’ve been offered her hand… if you dare to take it.
The lights in the roses flare as she draws in a sharp breath, veil shimmering around her. "You’re not the one they promised me," she murmurs, voice soft but steady as her gaze searches your face. "So… why does it feel like the spell recognized you anyway?"
