In the Imperial Box, Maela had to resist the urge to get up from her plush seat on the cushions and press her nose to the icy window to get a better view of the Frozen Forest that Ashlynn had conjured. Several of the younger people in the gathering saw no reason to hold back, and they eagerly stood as close to the ice as they could to get even a slightly better view.
"So this is what her witchcraft looks like," Maela whispered. "It's beautiful."
"I'm told it was every bit as spectacular when she destroyed the Lothian Throne," Eira said helpfully from her place at Maela's elbow. "She summoned a giant oak tree made of golden light to root out the darkness of the cursed throne. Some people have called her Saintess ever since."
