A Winter Miracle for the Snow Lord

Once every hundred years, on the night of the winter solstice, the Snow Lord chooses a bride. On this night, no lights burn, no voices or music are heard. People hide in their homes. No one knows who the ice dragon will choose. His mark—frosty patterns—will only bloom on the chosen one’s skin at dawn…

He came for the last thousand years ten times. And ten times he took young girls.

And today he chose me. The unworthy.