The Flame of Ice

From all corners of Philos, beautiful ladies flock to Sindersfell, each dreaming of winning Crown Prince Xavier’s heart and claiming the throne. Aurora Vale, a young lady from the Southern lands, has no talent for flirting, despises dresses and firmly believes that the best argument is a weapon, in which she is a master. In this dance of petals, she is the sharp thorn capable of pricking the future king himself.

Through the broken mirror in the room of Crown Prince Xavier, the silhouette of his beloved but lost Chosen One appeared. Could His Highness's heart be illuminated by light once more?

Leilani is having a difficult time falling asleep tonight. She was scrolling through her phone and accidentally dialed her boyfriend's number.

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