Escalating Chaos

None of them saw it coming.

At first, it seemed like a minor skirmish—a heated exchange between a Winter Court Faerie and a Summer Court Faerie, just another instance of the age-old rivalry that had always simmered beneath the surface.

It began shortly after Aldric encased Prince Valerie in ice, priming him for the kill. The Winter Court Fae, emboldened by Aldric's victory, taunted his Summer counterpart, his voice dripping with condescension.

"Behold the power of the Winter Court! Your precious Summer Prince is useless! A weakling who was never fit to rule." the Winter Fae sneered, his eyes gleaming with malicious satisfaction as he gestured to the frozen Valerie. 

Pissed off, the Summer Court Faerie snarled back, "Hold your tongue, you frost-face bastard. What gives you the right to rejoice in Prince Aldric's victory when he isn't even fully Winter Faerie? He's nothing but a dark Fae scum, crawling from the depths of hell."