Celestina Frost was a girl born with everything.
From the instant her grey-diamond eyes first opened. She was a princess. Promised to be the future queen, the next head of the Frost Clan, she carried the weight of legacy like an heirloom sewn into her soul.
The world below gazed up at her, their eyes filled with awe and envy, while she stood atop a pedestal sculpted by generations of power. To them, she was a goddess—a radiant figure whose smile rivaled silver moonlight, whose heart held the promise of something untouchable. And her talent... She might one day rival the Crimson Princess herself.
Her story, however, was never simple.
For every brilliance she cast, her light forged an immense shadow. Though born with a spoon as silver as her hair, her life was never the dream others imagined. From the very beginning, the Frost Clan, like the other three great clans, were not just revered—they were worshiped. Kings, queens, princes, princesses.
