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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

By the time the tea in Rosalind's hands had gone cold, night had deepened over Everfrost.

Maera had left quite a while ago, leaving her alone in the quiet hours of the evening.

But the night wind was growing colder, as if it could freeze even the loneliest of souls. Rosalind gazed quietly at the vast sky above, where sleepless stars still shimmered across the heavens.

It had been nearly three months since she came here. Everything had been so peaceful that at times, she almost believed she had lived here her whole life.

Without realizing it, her slender fingers began tapping a gentle rhythm against the cup.

In truth, she could understand why Dorian didn't want her to accompany him to Ravenshire. He must have his reasons.

Perhaps it was the lingering rift between him and the aunt he hadn't seen in years. Or perhaps it was the presence of others who should not be there at all.

Cold Mornings, Colder Eyes