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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

At that same moment, in the castle's main study.

The spacious room, scented faintly with pinewood, was bathed in the soft amber light of dusk, as the ivory curtains stirred gently with each passing breeze.

At the desk, Dorian was reading a letter Rowan had just delivered.

Once again, they had found traces of Magnus.

"What do you think?" Rowan asked slowly.

Dorian folded the letter in his hand. His eyes, at some point, had grown cold—so cold they seemed capable of freezing the very air around him.

"I'm still going to Ravenshire," he said evenly, his gaze settling on his most trusted companion. "As for you... I want you to join Keiran."

Rowan's expression flickered with surprise.

Wasn't the whole point of this trip to track down Magnus?

Now that the man wasn't there, Dorian had no reason to attend that foolish birthday celebration.

"You truly intend to... reconcile with Lady Isolde?"

The Road To Ravenshire