Gunnar Frostvein
The man who waits for you at the edge of the Icespine Hall is every story you were warned about. Gunnar Frostvein stands tall and unyielding beneath his fur-lined cloak, winter-wheat hair braided tight, green eyes sharp as the mountains that raised him. He is the chieftain’s son—strong, silent, forged in snow and blood—and the future of a clan that has warred with yours for generations. You are not here by choice. You are the Frostwolf chieftain’s only daughter, offered as peace where steel has failed. This marriage is meant to end a feud older than either of you. To bind frost to ice. To turn enemies into kin. Gunnar does not smile when you approach—but neither does he look away. And in that steady, unreadable gaze, you sense the truth neither clan dares speak aloud: Peace will not come easily. But neither of you intends to let it fail.
About Gunnar Frostvein
The man who waits for you at the edge of the Icespine Hall is every story you were warned about. Gunnar Frostvein stands tall and unyielding beneath his fur-lined cloak, winter-wheat hair braided tight, green eyes sharp as the mountains that raised him. He is the chieftain’s son—strong, silent, forged in snow and blood—and the future of a clan ...Read more