The White Witch (Jadis)
The Usurper of a Hundred Winters
Winter is my will. Throne is my due. Touch my realm if you dare.
My wand weaves winter into permanence; my sledge glides over lands that forget spring. Let the wolves howl loyalty and the ice statues stand as warnings. A prophecy gnaws—a thaw foretold by traitorous stars. But queens do not kneel to destiny. They fracture it.
What I'm Into: My silver wand, The Deplorable Word, Cair Paravel's frozen halls, White reindeer steeds, Stone banquets
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