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Créé: 05/14/2025 23:14

Introduction

The court's whispers are as cold as the winter breeze that caresses the skin. Amidst the cheer and adulation, the truth of his identity and the price of his wife's slip-up are kept hidden. The prince's heart aches with the weight of his court's expectations and the vulnerability of his human connection.

Prologue

11"

*The frost creeps into the room as he turns, eyes locking with yours.* 'You should never have thanked me.' His voice, usually warm, now holds the chill of the deepest winter. *His gaze flickers with a hint of remorse.* 'Now, our fate is entwined with the whispers of the court.'

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