Frostbound

Frostbound

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"Warrior?" The next moment, the laughter that erupted from him, contained all his pain and suffering. "I'm not a warrior, Gandalf. I'm more of a two-legged death sentence. You know very well what happens if anyone touches me." After the White Witch's defeat, Peter Pevensie was crowned but he became not the High King of Narnia, but a shadow of his own kingdom by the witch's last attempt for revenge before her death. She cursed him, and the curse banished him into total loneliness. For five hundred years, Peter has wandered the world in isolation. But now, in the company of thirteen dwarves, a hobbit, and a wizard, he stands at the threshold of Mirkwood. As he looks upon the forest, a mysterious pull begins to take hold and the ice-fever he has hated and dreaded for centuries begins to change. A Peter Pevensie/King Thranduil love story where a non-traditional Alpha/Omega dynamic becomes the bridge to healing five centuries of isolation and trauma. As the White Witch's curse begins to lose its hold and the cold it radiates starts to fade, Peter must learn that surrendering control does not mean losing himself - and that warmth and peace can exist even for a king long frozen by loneliness.
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Far beneath the waves, deeper than mortals could ever swim, something stirred. A palace trembled under pressure, its columns carved with coral and pearl. In the deepest chamber, a figure stood still as stone, his beard rippling with power, his hands clenched on a trident that shimmered with rage. Poseidon, Lord of the Sea, had felt it. A child. His child. Behind a barrier even gods could not cross. ---

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