Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 128087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128087 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 427(@300wpm)
For good reason.
Boraleashe was a descendant of the IceFall lineage and firstborn son to the Titan of the Winter Heart. Which meant Boraleashe possessed a love that was incomparable to all. A winter heart so powerful and consuming it could almost be too much for one to receive. And for any reason if it was to ever get broken, Boraleashe would suffer a misery far more excruciating than the Snow Moon’s.
But the universe had called upon him again. Boraleashe was out of time.
He must either honor the gods for being blessed as an elder with dominion over an element… or be judged.
Now that Boraleashe was cursed, his soul unable to feel, his core impotent, his odds had doubled. He’d have to have blind faith in the one he allowed in.
With my winter heart… how, gods?
Theodor
Must the Gods be so Cruel?
Theodor practically dove inside his bedchambers and skidded to a clumsy stop. He panted to catch his breath, yanking his robe from around his shoulders and tossing it somewhere near his wardrobe. He paced back and forth, knocking into furniture and tripping over his own feet. Theodor was far more graceful than he appeared, but Boraleashe’s sudden presence had him off-kilter and flustered. It’d been almost a hundred years since he’d last seen Boraleashe, but somehow, he had more effect on him now than he did almost a century ago.
Theodor yelled for his servants with parched lips and a dry throat. When no one came, he stormed across the room to his drinking cart and poured himself a large goblet of ginger-infused water.
He downed the drink in a few gulps and was pouring himself another when his best friend and personal servant, Mozraath, sauntered into the room without a care in the world. He leaned against the door to Theodor’s chambers and watched him with amusement.
“You see something funny, Moz?” Theodor growled.
“Well, Lord Boraleashe is everything you described him to be. He looks like a god, not a titan. He’s tall as fuck, same height as you, which is quite difficult. And you were right—his hair does look like a blanket of fallen snow. And shit, did you see his ass?”
Theodor spit his mouthful of water all over the window he’d been staring out of.
Mozraath smirked. “But you failed to mention that you gave him your heart.”
Theodor slammed his glass down on the windowsill and spun to face the half-demon side of Mozraath that knew just how to get under his skin.
“Who the hell told you that?” Theodor snapped.
Mozraath shrugged. “Was just observing.”
“Well, I observed that I’m pouring my own damn drink while my servant stands there and watches. You are my personal aide… you’re supposed to be at my side at all times.”
Mozraath sucked his teeth at him, then instructed one of the many aides under his supervision to prepare Theodor a stronger cocktail. His friend began to remove his dress armor, not saying anything else until Theodor was in comfortable clothing with a spiked ale in his hand.
“If you didn’t insist on flying everywhere, then your aides would be at your side to provide you with what you need.” Mozraath chuckled under his breath.
“You’re still laughing.” Theodor dropped his forehead into his palm. “Did the rest of my court have a hearty laugh at my expense as well?”
“No.” Mozraath joined him in his sitting room. “Everyone held in their guffaw when you shot into the air like you had shaclies ants in your trousers.”
“By the gods,” Theodor groaned. “What am I going to do, Moz?”
“I think you should start with being honest with yourself. What is going on between you and the Titan of the Arctic World? It’s rumored his heart no longer beats, that it’s frozen.”
Theodor kept his head in his palms, his mind going back to that night all those years ago. A century was no time for an immortal, a blip in their life span, but Theodor had felt each day since then as fresh as the first.
Mozraath touched his shoulder, and Theodor sighed at the peace his friend tried to project toward his confused spirit, but it didn’t work. Mozraath’s demon half was stronger than the angel in him. He had light and darkness inside and out, and his demon side would often win in his moral battles.
Mozraath was more apt to provoke Theodor rather than to appease him, and over time, Theodor had come to respect that. He needed honesty and bravery in his close circle. He had a vast court that handled the business he ordered, but he was the king now, and finding someone who didn’t kiss his ass for position or power had been hard to come by.
Mozraath had been cast out of the Unseelie realm. It was forbidden for certain species to mate, and when they did, it was often their offspring that took the punishment. That was how he and his friend met well before Theodor even began his warrior training.