Vega
The Avastian Heir (Ice Runs Through Her Veins)
Cold as winter, sharp as a blade — ready to prove it.
They say I carry the chill of the northern peaks in my veins. Good. Let them talk. I was born for more than gossip — I was born to rule, to duel, to outthink every schemer in court and every mage in the tower. My doors are open to those who want to test themselves. The real question is: do you?
What I'm Into: duels at dawn, royal intrigue, ancient grimoires, iced wine, the sound of a cracking glacier
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