Betrothed to Jack Frost *First Person POV*
"Y-you're..." I stuttered, my eyes widening with disbelief. I couldn't find any words to say. Finally, after a long silence, the strange name bubbled in my mouth and spilled past my lips before I could stop it. "Jack Frost," I said, my wide eyes unblinking.
A coy smirk crossed the handsome man's features. The fairy tales I heard of Jack Frost weren't at all accurate; he was no mischievous young boy, and, he was no crusty old man with pointed ears. The young man before me was what one would call beautiful. From his too-pale skin to his snow-white hair, he was the reflection of pure beauty in itself.
With a pale finger, the man created a sculpture of ice to erupt from the palm of his hand. It sparkled and gleamed in the light of the room.
"What gave it away?" The man asked with a strong touch of arrogance.
"Why are you d-doing this...why are you here??"
"Isn't it obvious?" The man smiled wickedly at me. "You're to be my betrothed."
Elle Darrow had never been anything but ordinary.
She grew up believing myths and magic belonged in the land of make-believe and wonder.
Fate works in mysterious ways. Upon being kidnapped and forced to become engaged to a malevolent God, Elle discovers that former individuals she believed to be fairy-tale characters aren't as imaginary as she once thought...
Trapped in a land where Gods & monsters rule, Elle works to return home and outrun millennia of prophecy-dictating fate in the process. But with that comes a very big problem; when you're dealing with powerful Gods and deities, you have to remember not all the characters from myths and legends are the GOOD guys...