Chapter Thirteen PiceptusPiceptus strode in through the great ice doors. He had been escorted by four ice soldiers. His black cloak swirled behind him until he was stopped by the guards crossing their ice staffs in front of him. His face twitched, silently insulted by the guards’ actions to stop him from approaching the queen.
Queen Isolda was sitting regally on her throne. Her white dress was pulled in with a tight corset around her middle that made her sit straight and look taller. Gold embroidery was woven through the dress and her stiff white collar touched her ears. Piceptus’s handsome form and piercing amber eyes seemed to unsettle the queen for a moment. Piceptus searched her face, looking for any hint of weakness.
‘Why are you here?’ Queen Isolda asked.
Piceptus allowed his righ
