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When a diplomatic mission goes sideways, Duchess Gawon and her loyal guard Narin find themselves stranded in a storm with only one bedroll and dwindling supplies.
Gawon hates the cold. She hates performative politics. She especially hates being off-script. But when a single, accidental touch ignites a glowing mark on Narin's waist, matching her handprint exactly, everything changes.
Suddenly, the biting wind isn't the most dangerous thing in the tent.
(This is part of my Koreth Chronicles series but can be read as stand-alone)