Soaring for the Dragon

A political marriage is nothing like what I dreamed of. The ice of Ferverna is ruthless—just like the heart of the man I gave myself to. Behind his back will unfold wings of power; behind my back—wings of love. And the ice will melt, and the flame will freeze to stillness, when I tell the world my story. For that tiny thing I live for. For the one I would die—and rise again—for.