I'm a queen. Nothing more. The newspapers call me stoic, but I just call it survival...
Not a woman, not a widow, and definitely not a mother.
All my broken memories are buried in a box at the bottom of the Arctic sea.
...until Asher...
I'm a queen. Nothing more. The newspapers call me stoic, but I just call it survival...
Not a woman, not a widow, and definitely not a mother.
...until Asher shows up, and a hairline crack appears on the surface of the ice that's kept me safe...