"Escort me to my chambers." I mutter, I try to sound direct, but my order comes out as a request, and I despise it. His stark blue eyes meet mine, there is a playful twinkle in them as he gets up and returns the trauma kit to its original place. "Of course, Your Majesty." From anyone else, that would've sounded respectful, dutiful even. Yet as it leaves Draytus' lips, I easily catch the playful manner in which he says it, as if he'd be talking to his little sister. I'm not his little sister yet and if he truly believes that I'll accept his brotherly joy, he'll be disappointed. ------•------ War is raging, kingdoms are either allies or enemies and Princess Lyveanne is right in the middle of it. Lyveanne, the Princess of the mountain kingdom Somire is promised to marry the King of the Tundra, Jatolinus, her life falls apart. Her kingdom is that of the Embers; those who are born with fire in their veins, while the Tundra is the home of the Icelings; those with frost in their veins. With her parents already passed away and her only brother on the throne, about to be married to a horrible woman whom he loves dearly, Lyveanne accepts her faith, knowing her brother did all he could to safe her from such a dreadful faith. Will she get used to her life at the Tundra's court? Will her Iceling King warm up to her, or will Lyveanne's heart turn as cold as Jatolinus'? And what happens to her family's kingdom now that she is no longer at court? ------•------ 05/04/2020 - 4th in the Icebender category