The Winter King and I

The Winter King and I

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When Ari stumbled upon the small farm house, half dead, she was welcomed inside and nursed back to health. The elderly couple asked no questions. Not about the fact that she was starved, beaten, and bloody. They took her in as one of their own, and she already feels more love in the short month she has lived there than she has ever felt in her whole life. So when she is kidnapped and is told she must marry a stranger, or face the guilt of the ruin and death of the couple, she has no choice in her mind but to do so. Resigned with her fate, she prepares herself for a life of unhappiness and horrors, but what awaits her is anything but. For at the alter is none other than The Winter King himself. ****this is a rough rough draft, so please forgive the mistakes! Also, i give credit where credit is due with the names....
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