Prolouge

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People call me cold, callous, uncaring, unfeeling. I have lost count of the amount of times that people have told me that I was very pretty and if I would just lighten up, let my guard down or my favorite “Unfreeze my heart of ice”, I could find a nice man who would marry me. How I laugh at those stupid people who think that all I care about is making a good marriage. I never want to marry. Marriage means trusting someone, letting them into my life. I learnt long ago not to trust people. They always turn around and throw it back in your face. Its human nature, they cannot help it.

I am a traveler. That is what I do. I travel around the country doing jobs here and there to pay for my travels. Most of the time it is just me and my black gelding El Diablo, Diablo for short, but sometimes I join up with other travelers or act as a guard for a merchant caravan. It was on my travels that I first heard of the ‘Ice Princess’. A beautiful dark haired gypsy named Morrigan, whose beauty is rumored to put every maiden to shame, even our fair Queen. Perfect in every way except her heart that is shrouded in an impenetrable shield of ice. I had always assumed that the story had been exaggerated, no one could be that cold, and then I met her.

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Hello!! Well here is my latest attempt at writing. the 1st chapter is at a bit of a stall as i am trying to decide if the yet un-named traveler should fall off the cliff now or later or even at all. hmmmm decisions decisions. newayz reveiw n keep me light hearted through my exam period andI may grace you with another chapter before November (which is when I finish my exams)