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THERE IS GREAT BEAUTY & GREAT DANGER IN THOSE WHO ARE GIFTED

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If you do not wish to read explicit sexual content please skip forward to text that is not in italics. This chapter starts with Winter having a very vivid sexual dream, so again if you wish to skip this content please go to the part of this chapter where the text changes from italics to normal!
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"SOULMATE?"

"Soulmate?"

"True lovers..."

"True love's kiss..."

And suddenly, Winterfell was kissing a pair of soft lips. She gasped as a large hand came up and gripped her cheek, the kiss deepened and became slightly rougher. Winterfell was forced to lean back as Harry consumed her, their bodies intertwined as one.

His other hand gripped her ass squeezing tightly and Wintefell's hands ran rampant through his hair. He groaned into her mouth -- and it was then that Winterfell realized just how very naked the two were. Both are on their knees in front of a fireplace -- the sitting area of the library in ... Arendelle?

Dear lord Jesus -- why were they naked and making out when they were in such an open part of the castle. Anyone could walk in at any moment. Yet, she could not stop -- it was too addicting. He smelled of the ocean and his breath smelled of something fruity.

"Me soulmate ducklin'?" They were still kissing, she did not even see his mouth move and yet his voice echoed from all around.

It turned her on -- soaked her.

She yelped as Harry suddenly pushed her to the ground, albeit gently. Winterfell was surprised when she fell into many pillows and fur blankets -- the fire crackled loudly among their moans.

"So sweet..." his voice once again bounced around everywhere as he went to town on her neck -- moving his hand away from her ass and instead reaching down to where her legs rested.

He hiked it up to the side of her, rubbing her knee. Sweat glistened on his body (Winter doesn't sweat), and the girl below him allowed her hands to run the length of his muscular body. His other hand moved away from her cheek, running down her own body as well.

"So soft..." his voice boomed and it sounded so loud yet gentle to Winter, she briefly wondered how no one had heard them.

Her long hair fell down her body in an alluring way, and Harry finally stopped the onslaught to her neck choosing to move his head up and make direct eye contact with the girl. Winterfell swallowed as she looked into his ocean eyes -- the pirate's gaze swirling like a storm.

He continued looking into her eyes as he moved down further and... Winterfell's back was arching as his fingers found what they were looking for. Her breathing turned even heavier as she mewled — the pirate made the princess putty in his hand. It was then Winter took account of what had been poking her midsection.

"So wet..."

She cried as his fingers played with her most sensitive area. They could both hear the wet sounds his fingers made upon stroking.

"Harry please," she was not even sure what she was begging for, she only found that she wanted to repeat his name.

"Say my name again, Princess -- what is it?" He roughly grabbed her chin, his eyes much darker than usual.

"Harry," she moaned, closing her eyes and breaking eye contact.

He chuckled and released his tight hold on her chin.

She heaved as his fingers suddenly went away only to be replaced by something bigger seconds later. He rubbed at her entrance, the girl tensing slightly as the head barely broke through.

"And so," Harry giggled in that insane way of his, pushing just ever-so-slightly, and Winter's head fell to the side her mouth wide open, "the pirate deflowered the princess," he mumbled before pushing himself inside.

Winterfell groaned in both pain and pleasure, the pirate only getting halfway in before it became too tight for him to squeeze the rest of the way. She panted as he started to push in and out of her at a slow rate.

"The princess is so wet," he panted in her ear -- her body shook with each stroke of his cock. "And yeh wet fer me," his accent grew thicker, "all fookin mine, yeh are..."

His right hand came up to grip her breast -- the pirate beginning to play with her nipple while he fucked her. He was going faster... harder... and Winter was too much of a mess to get anything other than incoherent moans out.

Their hips rutted together as Harry suddenly flipped then so they were facing each other on their sides. Winterfell cried as he suddenly was able to get much deeper and out of nowhere, as though so wet that she finally cracked Harry was able to slide the full of his length.

"Ahh," she cried with both pain and pleasure at the sudden fullness.

Harry paused -- smirking down at her as she adjusted. He reached over her, gripping a handful of her ass, and suddenly snapped his head. Winter groaned as he started a brutal pace, but she was so wet, so turned on that it only brought wave after wave of pleasure.

His mouth was once again on her neck.

"Oi, Princess yer so needy,"

Her pussy clenched in response, a certain feeling beginning to build.

"Oi, ya' like that Princess?" He chuckled, adjusting himself and Winterfell suddenly started to see stars. "Me Princess — me Winnie..."

With each pump, his cock rubbed against her internal g-spot. She cried, the feeling built and just as she was about to...

"Oh, look at that face — look how red yeh are..." Harry crooned in her ear. "Ya' fucking like that, don't you, ya love me cock. Ya love a right ole' a villainous pirate takin' ya, don't yeh?" His words rang true and Winter swore she was drooling.

It was true she loved this. Harry was no gentle preppy prince. No, he was wild and he was taking her right on the floor of the library where anyone could walk in. Winter loved Harry for everything he was ... and she especially loved that cock drilling into her...

"By the Gods ... I'm ... I'm..." she was not even able to get out, her eyes rolled to the back of her head in pleasure.

Harry smiled wickedly at this, his hand squeezing at her hip tighter. He traced the scar of his name.

All his.

"Ya' gonna cum princess?" He was rutting into her harder.

Winter could not take it anymore — it was too good. The feeling was building up, her body quaked, her face red. She panted and...

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Winterfell awoke with a gasp, jumping into a sitting position. It felt like there was not enough air as she gasped it all in, and finally, after a few minutes, she was breathing much calmer. Opening her eyes again, she took in her surroundings.

It took her a second before it clicked, she was in the passenger seat of Jonah's car. Her brows furrowed, and the sunscreen was up blocking the windshield but based on the outside surroundings from the windows to the sides the car was parked in the parking lot of Auradon Prep.

The next thing she noticed when she shuffled was what was happening down below. She cringed in disgust, her face showing it -- she was soaked. And not from water either. Shaking her head she looked down at her pants, once again cringing as she moved.

Her nether regions were still pulsing from the dreams, she had a feeling that had she not woken up and had been taken to release in the dream that she truly would have cum in her pants. It was the small note in the cupholders of the car that caught her attention, grabbing it she was greeted with a small pink note.

𝔭𝔯𝔬𝔪𝔦𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔢
𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔤𝔲𝔶𝔰 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔟𝔶 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤,
𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔥𝔞𝔡 𝔫𝔦𝔠𝔢 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪𝔰,
𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔬𝔨𝔦𝔢𝔰 𝔞𝔩𝔴𝔞𝔶𝔰 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔭 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱!
- 𝔵𝔬𝔵𝔬 𝔠𝔲𝔭𝔦𝔡

She crumpled the note with a frustrated sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. Of course, she had wet dreams about Harry before — her favorite book was the Birds and the Bees for God's sake! But never, and she meant never, had she had a dream so lucid and quite frankly so good before.

It made sense that Cupid was behind this, the God of Love was known to be quite the lovemaker. She vaguely remembered hearing something about Cupid's cookies and his special wines doing stuff like this. Of course, he needs to borrow dream sand from the Sandman, but he definitely pulled it off.

If one wanted a particularly wet dream A.K.A some weird mind VR porn stuff, then you go to Cupid. He had plenty of wines that will do the trick, wines made as hallucinogenic for these types of things. But the Cupid cookies, on the other hand, were not made for this stuff. The cookies were made solely for the purpose of having a good time in a party setting.

The dreams that followed were only icing on the top.

Winterfell briefly wondered, if this dream was so good and she only had one cookie, how good the dreams created from the wines are.

She snapped herself out of it before spinning around to look in the back seat. Jonah was passed out in the back — loud snores coming from the guy's mouth and drool from the corner of his lips.

"Jonah — wake up," she reached back and lightly slapped his head.

Immediately he jumped awake, blinking his eyes and looking around incoherently. She was quiet, giving him a few minutes to gather his bearings as well. After a few minutes, he looked at Winter in confusion.

"What happened?" He asked looking as though he could not believe himself.

"Cupid — he brought us back. Don't question whatever dream you had, it's a side effect of the cookie," she explained while doing her best to ignore the boner in his jeans.

Jonah nodded, feeling around in his pockets to make sure that his keys were still there. Recognizing that they were, he sighed in relief. However, he got curious wondering how exactly Cupid got them and the car there.

Nope, just trying to think about it gave him a headache.

"Shit..." he sighed, allowing himself to fall back into a lying position on the backseat of the car.

"What time is it?" Winter asked him and Jonah immediately pulled out his phone.

His eyes widened at the number of missed calls and texts, cringing and feeling bad.

"Uhm just after eleven," he said, quickly texting back that they were fine just had a heart-to-heart ... all night long.

Yeah that looks bad. But what was he supposed to say — they partied with the Gods?

Jonah narrowed his eyes before adding that part.

"They freaking out?" Winter questioned.

"Yep," Jonah answered causing Winterfell to nod.

"Perfect," she said sarcastically, "C'mon, let's get cleaned up," with that, she opened the passenger seat door and stepped outside.

She cringed at the bright sun but was thankful when she saw that Cupid put the car in a back parking lot that was also closest to their dorm hall. Winter definitely did not need the Fairy Godmother seeing her coming back on campus looking as though she was run over by a train of glitter.

Jonah growled before pulling himself out of the car, the teenager stumbling before regaining his balance and slamming the door closed behind him. Winterfell paused, spinning around and watching as Jonah locked his car before they both made their quick escape to the sanctuary of their dorms.

Campus unfortunately was quite busy at the moment: it was hard to go unseen. Even going the backway that they did: a few students pointed out the white-haired girl and the messy boy walking through the golden gates of the school.

Winterfell immediately noticed the snow on the ground. Surprisingly, she was not the cause of this particular batch — her father was. As it was his duty to deliver winter to the world he was able to do it from anywhere.

Long story short Jack could be standing at the North Pole and cause it to snow in Summersburg from there.

Thankfully, Auradon was good with clearing the snow and the walkways and roads were clear. She smiled at the sight of a few snowmen and snow angels. Many Isle kids were bundled up having never experienced cold or snow, although they were having fun playing in it.

They did not dawdle — they hurried through the crowds of Auradon Prep and scampered into the dormitory halls.

"Fuck, it's cold out here," Jonah's teeth chattered as he was not at all dressed up for the snow.

Thankfully, because it was the middle of the day barely anyone was in the dormitory halls when the two walked in. However, it was no secret that during lunch hours many people were known to make break stops to their rooms.

Winterfell stopped at her dorm room door — Jonah spinning around and walking down the hall backward. He held a thumbs-up to her.

"We are so doing that again, Winter!" He smiled brightly, Winter nodded quickly unlocking her door and opening it. "By the way, happy birthday — we'll celebrate later!" He said before spinning back around and continuing on his way.

Winter paused, her brows furrowing. There was no way ... it could not already be December 1st? She mentally counted the days since Harry's birthday, the girl feeling as though that was the last day before things took a turn for the worst.

She rushed into her dorm room, closing and locking her door behind her. Pulling her phone out of her back pocket (she, of course, ignored the many text messages and phone calls) she went to the calendar eyes widening.

The first of December: Winterfell's birthday.

"Huh," she clicked her tongue before shutting her phone off and tossing it on the bed.

"Guess I am officially seventeen," she muttered, pulling her shirt off and shimming out of her jeans, "don't feel any different," she frowned, walking into her bathroom.

"Well," she changed her mind after giving it a second thought, pausing at the sight of herself in the mirror. She tilted her head at her own reflection: long white hair, pale skin, and a pretty face she supposed.

Chocolaty brown eyes stared back at her, she flashed her teeth nodding at the whiteness. She accepted long ago that she was simply always going to be skinny and pale: might as well run with something you cannot change rather than hate it.

Running her tongue over the top of her teeth, she mockingly growled in the mirror before laughing a bit — she was the furthest thing from intimidating, unfortunately. "Mmm, maybe I have changed a bit," she sighed, flicking her hair as she turned away from the mirror.

She was in the warm shower for ages — the girl could not remember the last time she had even taken a shower. Her hair needed to be washed... badly.

Winterfell hummed while scrubbing her hair with shampoo and began singing when she got to the conditioner. She might as well have been in a music video by the time she was at the stage of shaving. In all honesty — having white hair was nice at times such as this: body hair and pubic hair were practically invisible against her skin.

She shivered as a memory from last night suddenly hit her, she was playing Russian roulette with Jonah and Cupid when a stranger had leaned  in whispering in her ear.

"I would love to see if your pubic hair is white as well?"

It was a perverted comment, one that made Winterfell extremely uncomfortable, but when she had turned around to confront the stranger he was gone.

Winterfell sang happily as she exited the shower — she hummed while towel-drying herself and making her way to the vanity. Brushing out her hair, Winterfell was once again greeted with the sight of herself in the mirror.

She was not sure who had fixed her room for her while she was gone, but she was extremely happy about it. Blow drying her hair was as quick as brushing, the girl ran her fingers through her soft white strands.

The reflection of herself blinked, and Winterfell was very positive that she herself did not blink. No time was wasted, Winter yelled, stood up and was on the other of the room before she hit her mirror with a blast of magic so hard that the mirror shattered. She cried out but quickly calmed herself — she was fine, and yes, she did blink.

Now she was simply paranoid.

"McReary-Time Reary," Winterfell barely muttered, having learned the spell from Mal and Uma back when the boys drove Jonah's car through a restaurant.

She waved her hand, and in an instant, the glass picked itself up and built back as though it was never shattered in the first place. Winterfell was slightly surprised that she was able to perform the spell so easily: Uma and Mal had needed to use each other for strength. Then again, she reminded herself that Jonah's car smashing through an entire restaurant was a much bigger devastation than a small vanity mirror.

Still though...

She breathed deeply, shaking herself out of it before going to her closet. It is fine, she is fine.

She bit her lip opening her closet: what does she wear? Winterfell almost put on her normal plaid skirt and sweater vest but stopped short — she wanted to change it up. It was the first day of December and it kind of was her duty to bring winter to the Auradon area. She shrugged pulling on a short red skirt with a white sweater. Black stockings and winter boots topped it off.

One look in the mirror reminded her of the new bangs cut; however, the look was starting to grow on her. The bangs framed her face nicely.

Winter was excused from classes for the remainder of the week: a small part of her still wanted to attend but she forced herself not to. Instead, she was leaving her room with the intent of ice skating.

The Enchanted Lake was a fantastic place to go. There was another small pond that Winterfell loved to skate on; however, that was further away but she still believed that Stewart needed to rest after the abuse that Beleth put him through.

She supposed she could fly to the pond, but the Enchanted Lake was what she gravitated to at the moment. If it was busy then she supposed she would go to the other pond: the Enchanted Lake was quite popular with ice skating, after all. The popularity would not pick up until further in December though.

When the ice could actually be trusted.

Winterfell was greeted with a slightly less busy campus than before upon exiting Morton Hall. Rather than students lying in the grass on blankets like in the warm months, they stood building snowmen and huddled together at tables.

She hummed while walking many students taking double glances at her when she passed. Winterfell fought an inner battle with herself to stay brave against the onslaught of stares, it was bound to happen as her hair had been brown the past five years of her attendance at this school.

She subconsciously clutched her hands into fists, she was also not used to having no gloves. Control and trust were all Winterfell needed to remind herself — she was in control of her powers and she trusted that.

Waving her hand slightly, Winterfell caused very light snow to pick up.

It would be a snowy winter this year.

Everyone (especially the VKs) were dressed extra warm, but the cold never bothered Winterfell. She could get away with wearing only a white sweater and red skirt with stockings.

Sure, she often wore warm dresses and fur coats at home, but that was simply for the look. Her hands rested behind her back as she hummed a tune, her eyes taking in everything around her.

Sometimes even Winterfell forgot to truly look at the world around her — the bright and colorful world. The way that magic twirled throughout the air with the life of every living creature.

They called winter the dead season, and in a way it was. It was the season that killed for health, so that the world may be reborn stronger each year. Winterfell was strolling through the courtyard casually when her gaze caught a familiar group of people.

Jonah stood in front of her friends: Winterfell's eyes narrowed. Mal, Evie, Jay, Carlos, Uma, Gil, ... and Harry.

Her heart fluttered as she remembered her soul mate — yeah, they still needed to have that talk. A quake resonated through her body as she also remembered Cupid's dream. God, how she wishes to have dreams like that every night.

She sighed at the thought, but then another thought crossed her mind. The Birds and the Bees, damn it, she should have taken it with her so she could read it in the snow when not skating.

Uma had dug her way into both Harry and Gil's sides, both guys standing on either side of her to keep her warm. The daughter of Ursula was freezing — she was an Atlantic ocean sea witch, and she did not do the cold.

Harry and Gil were also dressed warmly, the pirates wearing puffer jackets and snow boots like everyone else. Winterfell froze trying to determine what Jonah was telling all of them. It obviously had to be important as their attention was captivated.

However, it was Ben sitting off to the side that made it obvious.

He was telling them everything about Wenlock. Winterfell froze — but she was not upset, she had given Jonah explicit permission for him to tell everyone everything, and to be quite frank she did not feel like doing another rerun of her life.

She no doubt would get emotional again — last night was enough — she had no tears left to cry.

Winterfell considered her options: she could continue to avoid and go skating.

OR, she could walk over as her friends deserved. It was hard because at this point Winterfell was not avoiding to be a bitch — no she was simply trying to do things for herself and forget about the looming terror of Wenlock and the PTSD she was now suffering from Beleth.

After completely destroying her mirror earlier she knew that she was bound to suffer major PTSD for years to come.

And she finally been over her other PTSD and anxiety that Wenlock caused her the first time around. She had never been the same after he kidnapped her.

Her thoughts were cut off as someone accidentally bumped into her. She looked up and locked gazes with baby blue irises: Chad Charming. He jumped in surprise at her, not expecting her of all the people to be met with...

"Winterfell?" He said her full name, unable to help himself as it had been years since he had seen the girl with white locks and no gloves on.

Winterfell pursed her lips. "Hello, Chadwick Jr.,".

Chad preened at the name of his full title, raising a single brow and giving her his "prince stare" and shoving his chest out. Winter crossed her arms in response as Chad smiled as dashingly as possible.

"You know if Audrey was not around then I think you and I would have made the perfect couple. A perfect King to a perfect Queen..." Chad tried causing Winterfell to scoff lightly.

"Uh-huh..." she sighed.

"Yep, besides we all know the truth — that throne that mini Maleficient," Chad said Mal's name with such distaste that it actually surprised Winter, "is about to inherit is rightfully yours, always has been. The true Queen to Auradon, ruling right by Ben's side," he sighed looking off in the distance, "what a shame. I'd like to see you sit the throne rather than a villain," he shrugged before walking off.

Winterfell appeared as though she had just been slapped. She was shocked at that revelation — it had been years since talk of her becoming Queen to Ben had been spoken.

Yes, it is true: at one point in the lives of the royals long ago when they were still children, directly after Wenlock was defeated there had been talk of possible betrothed. Ben and Winterfell — it would be the strongest alliance, and it would make the most sense.

To truly unite the North with the rest of Auradon.

Of course, all kingdoms within Auradon had their own "Kings" and "Queens" but there were only two true heirs to a throne. Ben and Winterfell, technically Soren as well. It was known that only one kingdom was strong enough to stand on its own if they were to leave Auradon.

Arendelle and everything North of it.

Charmington, East Riding, Westerly — hell, even Corona: nowhere would be strong enough to stand on their own against the rest of Auradon. Except for Arendelle and everywhere North of that. It was so big with so many towns and villages and capitals of the North that truly being "part" of Auradon was more an alliance than anything.

Winterfell would become the Ice Queen — should Ben have chosen to marry her that would truly make Arendelle and the North part of the kingdom.

It was a move of power — a true tactic in a game of thrones. It was King Beast's idea, especially when it became known that Jack Frost defeated the Dark Wizard Supreme. That was when everyone realized just how powerful the North was: Wenlock never even made it to Auradon because he was both too scared of getting captured and thrown on the Isle, and also because the North was too strong to get through.

The North and Arendelle is the most protective fortification that Auradon has. Nothing could stand the army of the North. And Winterfell would be a true Queen of it — everyone knew that the Frost family was the only true royalty in that area of the lands.

Not only that but there was a rumor that whoever should marry Winterfell would be blessed with some of her power.

Overall, it was smart — it was what King Beast knew was best. But he could not force marriage.

It was no longer the olden days, most people did not believe in betrothing any longer. He tried though, but Jack and Elsa denied it. It was up to the children to decide who they fell in love with.

And so, from the sidelines, Beast and Belle were praying that one day Ben would call them and say that he and Princess Winterfell were dating. It was why Ben tried so hard their freshman year to get close to Winterfell.

Ben did call one day, but he was dating Princess Audrey — and that just about ended any last hope of what would be the most powerful union in centuries. It is all just a big game of crowns and thrones and power.

But that was all water under the bridge, no one needed to know that. Winterfell prayed to the Gods above that Chad did not go around spreading those words out of spite for Mal.

Winterfell blinked — she swore she did. She simply blinked, her mind had been on Chad being an annoyance and she was debating whether or not she should walk over to her friends. And she blinked, that was all.

But no, for as soon as she shut her eyes she saw him. And she remembered him. And she felt him — everywhere, his magic was consuming her, swallowing her. He had taken a knife to her, taken her blood to start the connection ritual. He had connected himself to her — an unwilling participant, she remembered the pain. He forced her into the connection then he tried to drain her magic, and he almost succeeded. She saw him, Wenlock — there he stood in all his glory: wicked red eyes and long black hair. He reached a hand out for her, a sneer painted his face.

Winterfell opened her eyes and screamed loudly, he had been right there. He had been inside of her.

Ice spread around her, the ground becoming slippery and the winds suddenly howled with her fright. Others yelped at the sudden change in degree.

Ben's head snapped over along with everyone else's in the courtyard. He cursed loudly, immediately jumping up and racing over — he more than anyone knew that there was great beauty in Winterfell's power, but there was also great danger.

Winterfell in an instant had calmed down only to freak out about what she had just done. Ice climbed high, all around her: she was only lucky that no one happened to be standing within the vicinity.

Students froze, all watching the ice in awe. People started to shiver as the temperature dropped even colder.

Yes, a cold winter indeed.

Her hands moved to cover her mouth in shock. Winterfell's eyes were wide — her worst fear had come to life. Just as she finally started to open up.

"Winter!"

She looked to who had yelled her name only to see Ben followed by her friends racing over.

Perhaps Ben was the first to react because he was the first to realize what was happening.

He held his hand out, but Winter only shook her head. She made eye contact with Harry, and for just a second the ocean gaze calmed her down. He was right behind Ben, but Winterfell was having none of it.

"Don't!" Was all she yelled in response before taking off with only one destination in her mind.

Students jumped out of her way watching the winter spirit go in shock.

"Winter, wait!"