The Ceravious

It is told that the Ceravious possesses no heart, and that his blood runs as cold as the mountain ice where he was born.

They know nothing of compassion, and they never wade into the depths of love; to them, emotion is a weakening sin, and loyalty is a tribute paid only to power.

It is said that any among them who falls captive to a human heart is branded with shame and cursed within their chronicles.

However-for the first time-the equation has changed.

She has captured the heart of the one who vowed his life to the annihilation of her family. The hatred that once fueled his blood has transformed into a different kind of fire... one more blazing, and far harder to extinguish.

In a world that does not believe in mercy, can a heart of iron truly beat for a mortal?