The Cold Northern Princess

chapter two

A Z U L A

CHAPTER TWO:

| roaming the cold walls of the castle |

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Throwing a tantrum, locking her room, and screaming childishly made her caretakers annoyed and irritated. No one would bother her and force her to open the door. Those who really hated her were dedicated in feeding her poison, were also not able to force the door open, not when Miss Hilda had all but ordered them.

Azaleah does not know what to think of the woman. Was she guilty? Or was she scared? Or maybe she was seething in anger and this was her way of getting back at her— because hitting a princess was still a taboo. The only things they could do was to feed her poison and destroy her with their words, and apparently, lock and isolate her in her room to shut her up.

Ha, they didn't know who they were dealing with.

Whatever. Azaleah doesn't know, and she finds herself not caring. It has been three miserable years and she was slowly going insane in this room. She hated it (did little original Azaleah hated it too? Probably much more than I did...) And she wanted to get out of it. The poison was slow, but it did made her body weak and fragile. If it weren't for her magic, she would have been bedridden.

Oh, magic.

Did she forget to mention the wonderful thing called Magic? Good lord, magic was amazing! Granted, she could only levitate things, fly a feet above the ground, and strengthen her body. But still, compared to the previous life where magic was nonexistent, the things she could do were plenty enough of an accomplishment.

This world was amazing, if only for magic.

Grabbing a plain brown dress that could be mistaken as a servant's daughter clothes, and a winter cloak, and wore it. And opening her windows (thank the inventor of magic that the thick forest trees would hide her from view) she uses her magic and jumps down from the windows, floating gently down the ground.

She lands on the ground gently and she grinned, even if she felt puking her empty guts out, she can't help but feel glee.

It was time to roam this Cold Palace!

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Azaleah needs to keep herself covered with her white winter cloak, because even if the only servants who had seen her were her caretakers (and they hadn't had time to mingle with other servants) she would still be recognize for her Western Colors.

The Northern men and women had pale skin, light coloured hair, and light coloured eyes.

Western men and women had... darker and brighter colors.

She would have a better chance mingling in a Western Palace as another servant than this frigid kingdom.

Lucky for her, magic was always reliable, especially when she finally ate her fill of poison-free food! Putting on a bastardized version of notice-me-not charm on herself, she hadn't have a problem eating the fruits and the bread in the kitchen.