A fairytale of a beautiful maiden, the beloved Frost Flower Princess was supposed to be staying in the comfort of her castle masquerading as a cage to protect her from the dangers outside, imprisoned by her own brothers.
That is, until a mysterious...
* "Dive down deep into her sound. But not too far or you'll be drowned."
** Mirror Chamber
"Guess I'm gonna have to show ya my fiercest spell!"
Riddle, Isfrid, and Anemone immediately felt the change in the air—something was wrong. A flicker of blue flame sparked above Grim's mouth, and in that moment, they knew trouble was imminent.
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In alarm, Riddle quickly shouted. "Everyone, get down!" he shouted, his voice sharp and urgent.
"Myaaahhh!"
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Grim released a burst of azure flames that shot out with surprising speed, spreading rapidly across the room. Y/n, distracted by the commotion, didn't notice the danger approaching her. "N/n!" "My Lady!"
Isfrid's voice was laced with panic as he caught sight of the flames heading toward his precious sister. In a split second, his instincts took over. He rushed toward her, his wings flaring protectively behind him as he seized her wrist and yanked her out of harm's way.
Y/n's eyes widened in shock as she felt the heat of the flames just barely graze her face. Her brother's grip was firm as he pulled her backward, landing heavily on his butt with a loud thud.
"Gah! My lieges!" Anemone panicked quickly rushed toward the two royals' side. She kneeled beside them, her face etched with worry as Y/n just rolled off of her brother. "Are you two alright?" she asked.
"...." Y/n remained silent, her heart still racing from the close call. Isfrid groaned slightly from the impact of landing, but his expression remained calm—unshaken.
"I'm alright. This is nothing compared to our training." Isfrid said in assurance, his tone coldly collected. His icy blue eyes flickered over to Y/n, a hint of possessive relief in his gaze as he reached over to pat her head. Y/n, still a little dazed, let out a soft, almost contented purr-like sound in response, which caught the attention of both Anemone and Isfrid. They blinked at her, a mix of surprise and fondness flashing across their faces.
