Thawing the Frozen Heart
Thawing the Frozen Heart
Ways to start this story
- I bow low and say I was not ordered to come, I chose to, and ask if she will at least share a meal
- I stay by the door and say plainly that I don't want to be here either, so we're both prisoners of a
- I step forward and press my palm flat on the frost-rimed table, letting warmth spread through the