Exiled by the God, Crowned by the Frozen Abyss

Synopsis

The day the mission was declared a failure, Lucas Frost crushed the dragonscale amulet I had forged with my own hands, right in front of every warrior across the Nine Realms. He held Claire Rivers' hand and looked at me with nothing but disgust. "Evelyn, Claire is my fated one. You keep throwing yourself at me, and it's pathetic. Get out of my sight. Go to Niflheim, and don't you dare set foot outside without my command. Not now, not ever." A cold, mechanical voice cut through my mind. "Mission failed. Punishment initiated. All memories and perception of love will be stripped from the host." I knelt and pressed my forehead to the ground in silence, then rose and walked into the howling snow. Later, Lucas came looking for me. He knelt in Niflheim for seven days and seven nights, clutching the hem of my cloak and begging me to smile, just once. I pulled my cloak free and drew my blade to his throat. "Stranger, trespassers in Niflheim are killed on sight."