His Winterbloom Wept Tears of Starlight

I had nothing left but the silence my family’s killers branded onto my soul. Hunted and freezing, I stumbled upon a hidden cabin in the heart of the Voryan Wilds, a place of impossible, ever-blooming winter flowers. Its master was Stellan, a giant of a man with a gentle soul and a leg shattered by war. He was a recluse, a hermit king in a snowy kingdom of his own making, and he didn't want me there. But I'm not one to be easily deterred. Through frantic gestures and a bit of shameless begging, I struck a deal: shelter in exchange for my help. I thought it was a simple bargain, until the day I wept over his pain, and my tears of starlight mended his flesh. We were fated, his wounds calling to my sorrow. In his arms, I found a safety I’d never known. But this sanctuary, this miraculous healing… it came with a price neither of us knew we were paying. How can I heal the man I love if every tear I cry for him is also counting down his last days?