Her Name Isn't Snow (Revised)

Her white hair wasn't kissed by snow, it was a sign of power, of strength. A sign of the dragon. Her last name may be Snow, like the bastard boy she had fallen for, but she was anything but. A fugitive princess hidden away, on the run, her own identity kept a secret from all of those around her, including herself. A game she never intended to play, but now one she had to win. It's everyone for themselves, lover torn away from lover. The game spares no one.

You win or You die

And she has every intention of winning

(Revised and rewritten from the original her name isn't snow)