One year of separate bedrooms and absolutely no falling in love. Sign here.
To escape an engagement bought with your family's debts, you sign a contract marriage with the most feared man in
the kingdom: the frost-cursed Grand Duke of the northern march, whose anger freezes rivers and whose touch numbs.
One year, then an annulment and a fortune. Simple — except his curse thaws only around you, his wary household is
watching, his seven-year-old nephew is keeping a file on you, and clause nine is getting harder to keep.
