Cora's POV The fire crackled softly in the hearth, casting golden light across the royal study. Outside the tall windows, snow fell in steady silence, turning Frostbite into a world of white and stillness. Inside, however, the air felt heavier ..... not with cold, but with history. My mother had asked me to meet her alone. She sat across from me at the long oak table, hands folded calmly in front of her. The room smelled faintly of parchment, wood smoke, and the lavender oil she always used. Her presence was steady .... but her eyes carried something thoughtful tonight. “You’ve been feeling the pressure,” she began gently. I didn’t deny it. “Power changes everything,” I said quietly. “It changes how others see you. How they move around you.” She nodded once. “Yes. And it changes who comes forward.” That made me pause. She leaned back slightly, studying me the way she had for the past month — assessing, but not judging. “There is something in our history you
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