Never fall in love with a mortal. Rhys is a cursed man. He broke the one rule he had sworn to follow and now he is paying the price. Exiled from the fey realms and on the run, who can he turn to for help? When his brother comes looking for him things might not be as easy as simply running away... Frosted lashes, silent lips, Winter grasps cold fingertips. Through the night and through the day, Winter's song begins to play. thank you to @matt-murdock for the beautiful cover :) ****WARNING**** This story is extremely unedited and will barely make sense. I begun writing this over three years ago and haven't looked at it in over 8 months. Suffice to say, the plot is disjointed and confusing, and there are so many plot holes that there are more holes than there is actual plot at this point. However, I won't be taking this down because at some point in the future I may return to it and edit and rewrite. So, read on at your own peril. There will be many errors ahead. Thank you.
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