Chapter 4 · free to read
The prince had come north a hostage. Now he knelt healing the very man who had ridden the blizzard to kill him.
He had spent his whole life believing the curse was misfortune. To learn his own father chose it for him was a different, colder wound.
Two frost-cursed brothers, one southern heart. However he divided himself, one side would go cold.
The frost remembered a bargain none of them had made. And warmth, it turned out, was a thing that could be spent to nothing.
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