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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.

CHAPTER 69