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In the icy realm of Snezhnaya, where secrets lie buried beneath the snow, Crown Prince Childe faces a royal decree: marry, as commanded by the Tsaritsa. Yet, he craves a union that is more than mere politics. Enter the assassin who is molded as a weapon, whose path collides with Childe's in a twist of fate. Disguised as a man, she becomes his loyal protector, burdened with the weight of her deception and lies. Their journey sways on the edge of love, heartache, or despair, as they navigate a dangerous path obscured by shadows of their past. Unbeknownst to them, a dark history looms, intertwined with themes of time, betrayal, and death. As they dance on the precipice of discovery, the gods themselves may whisper a prayer, hoping their deepest secrets remain buried, lest the revelation shatter their fragile world. As we always say, as mortals, as gods, as beings,- no matter how hard we try, history will repeat itself. [Heavy editing is in process] A/N and warning: This story contains angst and some depressing moments, and also slow burn so it will take a long time for me to end this. I really hope I improve my writing overtime and reach the feelings to the readers. I also haven't really decided on an ending yet, but I know Childe and the reader will suffer throughout the story, mentally. Just to be warned! If you like it, please vote and comment, I appreciate your thoughts! Image credit: liumiao41424 Edited by me- YVRXIA
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