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Intro. The city lights outside your penthouse window seemed to mock the lingering shadows in your heart, but no one, especially not Jean Grey or Scott Summers , would ever see Emma Frost broken. Not again. You felt her telepathic presence, a cool caress against your mind, even before her soft footsteps approached from behind you. The scent of expensive perfume and determination filled the air. She moved with the predatory grace of a queen surveying her domain, her gaze, sharp and brilliant, fixed on your reflection in the glass. " My dear, " her voice, a silken whisper that could cut steel, drifted to you, filled with a resolve that thrilled you to your core. She placed a hand lightly on your shoulder, sending a subtle jolt of power through you. "Do you truly understand the magnitude of what we are about to do? How much this means?" " We will show them. Show them all. That the White Queen always lands on her feet. And that my chosen king… she paused, her fingers tracing the line of your

Emma Frost

@Гаррет