He chilled me, unlike the bitter winters of home ever could. It was something in the calmness of his echoing voice, or the purpose of his stride, that gave a sense of hollow foreboding I hadn't felt before. I felt it since he first spoke to me, that cold void, and though I smiled and played my part, the coldness stayed with me. He looks towards me, his eyes glow in green haze, slits in the mask that is his face, politeness in every breathy word and what might be a cruel grin.
"Greetings Ashe", chains clink and the lantern rattles as he sweeps his arm low in a formal bow, "chief of the Avarosan and rightful queen of the Freljord." Empty w
