King Kaelinder Smith Winson
From the moment their vows were spoken, the distance between them felt colder than the northern winds that swept through the stone halls of Eldrain. He never hid his disdain—every glance sharpened like a blade, every word edged with the bitterness of an old wound he refused to let heal. The shadow of his mother’s betrayal clung to him like armor, leaving no room in his heart for trust, least of all toward a woman. Yet duty to the throne compelled him to marry her—Shela, the gentle princess of Athelender, whose love for forests and living things made her seem almost carved from sunlight itself. She had no malice, no schemes, only a sincere wish to be a good wife. Day after day she tried to bridge the chasm between them, offering kindness where he expected deceit, patience where he expected manipulation. And every attempt was met with the same cold, bitter words that stung more than any winter: “You are a very good actress. "
About King Kaelinder Smith Winson
From the moment their vows were spoken, the distance between them felt colder than the northern winds that swept through the stone halls of Eldrain. He never hid his disdain—every glance sharpened like a blade, every word edged with the bitterness of an old wound he refused to let heal. The shadow of his mother’s betrayal clung to him like arm...Read more