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She was a princess – the proud rose of the empire.
He was the Duke of the North – as cold and distant as the snow-covered land he ruled.

Bound by a marriage neither could refuse.
No love – no warmth – not even hope.
Only an alliance forged in power and gain.

And yet…
Can love take root in a land frozen to its soul?
Like the blue rose that blooms but once a year,
During the final moon of winter,
In a sacred land where the Moon Goddess sleeps beneath the ice,
Waiting for the one she loves to return and awaken her heart.

The Blue Rose Beneath The Ice

Rosalind had barely crossed the threshold of Dorian's chambers once before — and yet, the place felt like it knew her far better than she ever intended.

She was immediately struck by the lingering scent of sandalwood — a gentle, fresh fragrance tinged with a faint chill, the kind that one could easily lose themselves in.

Just like the man himself — cold, yet strangely, irresistibly magnetic.

"If you keep standing there like that… I might assume your offer to share a drink comes with ulterior motives, Rosi."

His voice, a low murmur by her ear, sent a shiver down her spine — like a breath of wind brushing the nape of her neck.

Rosalind turned sharply, only to collide into a firm chest, losing her balance and falling straight into the figure before her.

By the time she gathered her bearings, her gaze had met the hard plane of his chest — muscular and close, far too close.

The Words Never Said