Eight Years of Devotion, and Still He Brought No Winter Rose

Summary

For eight long years, I loved Wyatt Hayes. Yet, we never wed.

Our Western Frontier has a sacred tradition: a couple wishing to marry must climb the snowy peaks to seek a blessing from the Mountain Oracle.

Usually, it takes a couple only a try or two before the Oracle grants them a Winter Rose, a rare bloom symbolizing divine favor.

But for eight years straight, Wyatt came back empty-handed.

I became the laughingstock of the Frontier's ruling family, but Wyatt never left my side, treating me with doubled devotion.