The kingdom of Thessara had bowed to winter.Snow swallowed the southern banners as they were taken down from the palace walls and replaced with the crest of the Frost King. Torches guttered in the wind, their flames fighting the cold that seemed to move with a will of its own. The air bit at every breath. No one dared to speak above a whisper. The invaders had not needed to topple the walls with fire. They had frozen the land into silence and waited for surrender.Princess Elowen of Thessara waited in the grand hall where once feasts and music flourished. Now tapestries hung dull and lifeless, and the braziers burned low. She stood before the long table in a gown of white and silver that shimmered like frost. It had been chosen for her by the queen, who no longer wept in front of others. Elowen’s hands were cold even through her gloves. Her father, the king, stood beside her with a face carved from defeat.The doors opened without warning.The Frost King entered without fanfare. He n
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