Willow is completely happy. Then she's taken from her normal life and dumped into a royal nightmare. '...she knew without a doubt her mother had known what she had been writing, and she would never lie like that. Somehow, for some reason, Prince Roger of Fengland was her father. But who wanted a prince for a father? Maybe a girl who had never grown up with the freedom of her kind of life. Maybe a girl who had been raised to adore the storybook princess. But not Willow Maria Jane Cartier. She had been born a gypsy and she wanted nothing to do with her 'father'.' - Chapter 2 'Half-Brother?'

The world is unfair-a fact Eira has known all her life. Some people are lucky, some are not. She is one of the lucky. Her adoptive brother Cerin is not. In a world ruled by winter, there are chosen individuals who manifest powers that let them channel the ice and snow to their will. They are known as Permafrosts, or Frosts for short. At twelve, all children are tested to see if they possess these powers. Most test negative, but some-the lucky few-test positive. Eira is one of them. When her powers are revealed, she is dragged away from her mundane life and into one where she is training to be a revered, powerful Permafrost warrior. However, as time passes, she begins to learn that maybe Frosts aren't that lucky at all. In fact, there is something dark is going on behind closed doors. Perhaps the only ones who have a chance at fixing their corrupt society are the rising rebel groups in the city... cover by @Netshaly

In the frigid and ethereal realms of the Austral Lands, spring blossomed fleetingly. Hakon, a half-elf, sought solace amidst the pale beauty of the River of Graces. Content in his daily routine of cleansing fruits and vegetables along the tranquil shores, he yearned for nothing more than a moment of respite. But fate had other plans in store. Disrupting the tranquility of his riverside haven, the rhythmic thud of heavy footsteps announced the arrival of an unexpected visitor. And when the knight finally emerged from the forest, it was not the formidable presence of a warrior that took Hakon aback, but the piercing gaze of a woman hidden beneath the helmet. A fellow half-elf, hailing from the illustrious Winter Court, but also tarnished by mixed-blood. As she settled herself beside him on the riverbank, their encounter marked the beginning of a fateful journey, forever altering their destinies. Little did Hakon know that the arrival of this mysterious warrior would herald a profound shift in the path of his life. In this realm of ever-shifting currents, no one could never step into the same river twice. [This is the English version of a novel I'm writing]