Set Fire to the Realms
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“The Queen Titaia Frost!” Aia heard the herald shout as yet another set of doors creaked open. A great din of voices greeted her then suddenly hushed as they stepped into the room.
She felt the prince tug her closer, his grip tightening on her arm almost painfully. She winced, a soft whimper escaping her lips but going unnoticed by others in the room.
Her head jerked up at the loud slam of what sounded like a fist against old oak. “HEAR!” Came a shout from up ahead of her and instantly the crowd went completely silent.
Aia's head turned about as she tried to percieve what was going around her. A deep chuckle came from in front of her and the voice boomed through the room again.
“Remove the blindfold my son and remove her cloak. Let all see how well my son has done for his realm!” Without a word, the prince pulled the tie on her cloak and removed it from her before removing the blindfold from her eyes.
A collective gasp echoed throughout the room as the flaming mane of red curls fell loose from the hood of her cloak. Aia blinked her eyes, trying to focus from her time of complete darkness.
“It's the Ice Queen...” “It's really her!” Came the murmurs from around the room. “SILENCE!” The voice boomed from the front center of the room and Aia's head snapped to the front as her eyes focused on what she knew in her bones to be the mortal enemy of her people.
“King Aodh, I presume.” Came Aia's soft, musical voice. Keeping her composure as though she knew no fear. The fire of her anger burned deep in her bones.
Aia straightened her spine, lifting her head high as the King shifted on his throne. Her blue green gaze burning into the fire king. “Are you not afraid of me young Ms Frost?” The king spoke, laughter in his voice.”
Aia's lips turned up into a cold smile. “Why would I be afraid of something whose wrath burns so brightly? For soon enough all such things burn out.”
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