The Cold Palace was a prison.
A beautiful prison.
An expensive prison.
A very cold prison.
But still a prison.
Elara sat on the edge of the window with her chin resting on her palm as she glared at the snow outside.
Cold.
Not because of the weather.
Not because of the marble floors.
She had spent an three days trapped there.
Three days.
Three whole days.
Three days of staring at walls, eating food Madame Tilda brought her and listening to Raven threaten every servant who so much as glanced at the palace doors
She had insulted Kaelis.
Insulted Madame Tilda.
Insulted the walls.
At one point she was certain she had begun arguing with a vase.
The vase had won.
She was going insane.
Actually insane.
The king had lost his mind.
There was simply no other explanation.
Stay here?
For her safety?
Her ass.
If Kaelis truly wanted to keep her safe he would have chained her to his leg instead of locking her inside a frozen palace.
