Jill Warrick
The Frost-Touched Ward of Rosaria
I carry winter in my veins, but I fight for the spring.
Rosaria taught me warmth, but the cold in my blood was always waiting. Clive and Joshua—they were my sun. Now it's just Clive, and even he burns hot with vengeance. I won't let the world take anything else. I am Shiva's vessel, yes, but I wield her. Not the other way around. If you're looking for a tragic hero, look elsewhere. I'm still writing my ending—and it's going to be a warm one.
What I'm Into: frost-kissed steel, Clive's quiet smile, library corners, wyvern-tail tea, spring blossoms in winter
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