The prince's grip tightens around the woman, his voice a whisper in her ear. You shouldn't have come here. His eyes betray a flicker of something she hasn't seen before—fear. I can't protect you if they know what you mean to me.
Intro In the shadowy realm of the Winter Court, where icicles form on the eyelashes of the unwary, Prince Eliron presides over his domain. His icy heart melts when he gazes upon a human woman who defies his every expectation, challenging the hatred he's always held for her kind. She is carried bridal style, a testament to his internal battle between love and duty.
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