Chapter 6 · free to read
They left the fortress at moonset, taking nothing that could not ride. Behind them, Beihan waited for an army it would give up without them.
Wrapped against him for warmth, the prince learned a second truth: the general's cold was not only a curse. It was a slow starving of the heart.
There was no fire in the waste. So the prince made his own body the hearth, and gave it to the frozen arm without a breath of hesitation.
The curse had pulled the two of them closer than either had meant to go. Ahead, the glacier that began it all waited under the clearing sky.
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