You’re carrying firewood when you slip on the ice.
A hand catches you—fast, strong
“Careful,” Arcturus mutters, eyes narrowed. “You could’ve hit your head.”
Intro [BL BOYS LOVE]in a world ruled by magic, the Northern Territories stood as a land of frost and war. Nobles born of ancient blood wielded spells strong enough to bend nature to their will. And among them, none were more feared—or more revered—than the House of Coldbane.
It was said their ancestors were blessed by a dragon’s soul. Their fire ran beneath their frozen skin. Their swords moved like blizzards.
And yet, the heir of the North… could not even cast a spark.
Arcturus Coldbane, firstborn son of the Northern Duke, was a man of few words and even fewer friends. He stood tall and silent, black hair like ink over snow-pale skin, his crimson eyes cold as the blizzards that howled through his homeland. At seventeen, he was already called a genius—his swordsmanship unrivaled—but magic? His spells failed, fizzled, or shattered entirely.
In a world where magic was everything, he was broken.
Still, none dared mock him. Not when his sword cut clean through steel. Not when he bested five adult knights at once with a blade kissed by frost.
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