The Winter's Sun

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"Everyone has a tale to tell. But not every tale is of fairies,
sometimes darkness laps benevolence of creatures".

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𝟏𝟖𝟕𝟓

It was yet another winter. The first pellet of snow had just smothered the North in a blanket of lucridious white. Those frozen valleys shining like crystal shards upon the soft rays of sun. The Empire of North seemed to be at peace-a fabricated lie. The boiling tension between Woville and North have had been reigning since ages in the quest for the upper hand, but time seemed to freeze it at bay until now.Now conflicts had risen yet again bounding death and the dead in it's clasps.

They say-"When one has lived for so long upon a fiery ledge, the calling of winter's soul comes as a redemptive season song."

For the Young Lord who've stayed long-unbeknownst of the monster trapped inside, it was new, thrilling but morose at the same for the innocent love he harboured in his heart was gone along with his sanity.
And for Beauty it was a beginning to a new end, perhaps a path of redemption where stakes are high at both end.

The cold graves have opened up again for The Night's malicious tenebrosity to be borne.

With war knocking the day out of both empires and lives of many beloved at stake, will it be possible for both to keep their naive souls at bay whilst fighting all odds to save their sanity of once innocent love? Or will their fabricated existence tear apart their goodwill as it carves itself upon their naive despicable hearts till the Curse falls to its place?

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