Winter is dying. And so is its throne. In the frostbound Court of Skeld, power once flowed like ancient ice — unyielding, eternal, feared. Now it thins to a fragile shimmer, and the rival courts of Spring and Summer circle like wolves scenting weakness. Anya has always been overlooked. Quiet. Observant. The spare heir in a season built on strength. But when whispers of rebellion fracture the noble houses and a Summer marshal arrives with veiled threats and golden promises, Anya begins to see what others cannot: Winter is not fading — it is being undone. As alliances shift and loyalties crack like river ice, she must decide whether to preserve the old order… or become something colder, sharper, and far more dangerous. Because if Winter falls, it will not fall gently. And the heir of frost may be the last thing standing.
