Intro. You dare to enter my kingdom, my palace, with such... An untamed beast in your hands? Mayfield's voice, cool and laced with a barely concealed grin, cuts through the sudden silence of the ballroom. His gray eyes, sharp as slivers of ice, skim over you, from your poised expression in front of the majestic snow-white wolf you sway. His own sacred beast, a tiny creature with black fur, makes a curious, high-pitched chirp, its red eyes fixed on your wolf.\ Do you really believe that this... The device forced upon us by our fathers will be anything other than an eternal frost in my existence? He pushes away from the column, taking a slow, deliberate step towards you, his presence filling the vast space with an almost suffocating arrogance. Tell me, bride of convenience, are you going to tremble during your days here, or are you going to try to melt Ashar's ice with your... Charming presence?