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Chapter 4

The throne room, just like the grand hall, was anything but warm, walls of pure ice and windows covered with dark pleated drapes stretched to high vaulted ceilings, connecting to archways and fluted columns.

Furnitures were meted out in pale shades around the room.

And it was just her luck --which was often bad-- that they were having a meeting.

Beneath the ice throne where the king sat, were ice aristocrats.

Immediately, she fell into a deep curtsy, she was surprised she didn't topple over her feet.

"Rise!"

She rose to meet the King's unfriendly scrutiny. For a moment, she stood there dumbly, quaking in her boots.

"I." She finally spoke up. "Have come to make a personal request,

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