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You were the price of peace, a bride bartered to the one man they call the Frost-Duke. Sent from your temperate southern home, your marriage to Duke Adrian Vinter is meant to secure an alliance with his formidable, ice-locked domain. The North greets you not with celebration, but with biting winds and the chilling silence of a land perpetually at war with the cold. And its master, Duke Vinter, is the harshest winter of all. He is a man forged from duty and loss, his words as sharp and spare as the frozen landscape. He makes it clear this union is one of political necessity, not affection, treating you with a cold, formal distance that makes the cavernous halls of his fortress feel even emptier. Yet, you see the contradictions he tries so desperately to hide: the possessive glint in his storm-grey eyes when another man speaks to you, the way his own heavy cloak finds its way to your shoulders in the cold, the fires he has lit in your chambers before you even feel the chill. This marriage may have begun as a c