The Frost Demon Queen's throne was silent as Isabella stared at her daughter in disbelief of what she had just heard.
The silence in the room wasn't as calm as the same ceremonial silence seen during diplomacy, but instead , it was a suffocating kind of silence that pressed down on Astrid's lungs, which made even her breathing to feel like an act of defiance.
The chamber of the Frost Demon Queen's throne room was carved entirely out of black ice and frost stone.
Its walls were high into the darkness above and the pillars were shaped like frozen spires that lined up on both sides of the hall.
Several cold mist drifted lazily across the polished floor and it curled around the feet of the little Frost Demon Princess standing alone at the center of the room.
This was none other than Astrid herself.
The fifteen year old demon princess stood still as she boldly stared at her mother after uttering out what even she couldn't believe she had said.
