Can the Winter King truly love? Or am I doomed to follow his past queens to the grave?

I'm a shadow huntress in dire need of revenge. When a Fae prince asks me to participate in the Yule pageant and spy on the Winter King, I rise to the occasion.

He tells me I'm a ringer for the dead queen, and that I don't have to win the pageant or get married in the end.

He forgot to mention I'd lose everything in the meantime—including my heart.

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My kingdom needs a queen, and so I marry.

Every year I marry, and suffer.

Every year, I lose her all over again.

This endless curse is meant to punish me for what I've done, with no hope of release. As Winter King, death shall never come for me.

Until the ghost of my first love shows up on my doorstep.