Chapter 2
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Ice Crown Glacier, the kingdom that rules Northrend, have been rebuilding and recovering continuously after the terrible scar that the demon clan marked many years ago.
After the victory of the cold war between northern soldiers and demons, the people faced a sorrowful aftermath of the battle. The death of King Arthas has made the kingdom fell into deep sorrow.
With the queen assassinated a few hours after giving birth to their child who was taken away and never been found, the heir has been passed on to the King’s brother, Muradin.
Never knowing where the promised prince was and whether he is dead or alive, the kingdom was ruled by King Muradin, known as the Cold King. He was a terrible ruler for the people.
Merchants hated him because of very high tax payment and peasants and slaves were forced to work without rest.
Rumors have been spread that the Cold King was the one who sent the assassin to murder Queen Diana so that he can claim the frozen throne as the next heir.
The door opened in the throne room and King Muradin went inside followed by Maester David wearing a cloak. The King was already old looking 60 years of age and was wearing black robe with the ice crown in his head.
A resemblance can be seen between Muradin and Arthas with their black hair and sharp eyes only he was older and fiercer.
“I told you Maester David, I will not lower the taxes for the merchants and slaves! We need substantial amount of money for the rebuilding of the buildings and walls of the kingdom,” the King said loudly which made his voice echoed around the big throne room. He walked up in the stairs and sat in his frozen throne.
The Maester stood infront below and said, “But your Grace, if we don’t lower the taxes, the merchants will find another place which could decrease our economic stability. Trading has been the tradition of the Kingdom-“
“I have made my decision final and no more discussion about this matter is needed,” the King narrowed his eyes to the maester.
“The Iron Bank came here yesterday, your Grace. They have reminded us about the money we owe for the reconstruction of the kingdom,” Maester David sighed.
“About that, I have already invited Lady Tarmel to come join our council meeting this afternoon. We will negotiate about this and I believe she promised to do something about it,” the King replied.
“And what does she want in return, your Grace, may I ask?” Maester David asked.
“We will not only discuss about the debt we owe to the Iron Bank. We will also discuss about my marriage with her. She wants the power to rule the North. I will share it to her,” The King said.
“But your Grace, I-“
“Her house is the wealthiest family in the North. She is the best help we could ever have now. We have to make arrangements for the wedding to be held the next week. You’re dismissed.”
The Maester bowed his head and walked out of the cold throne room. He traveled through the hallways with lit torches on the walls showing the path. He climbed down the stairs and opened the wooden door next to it.
The door opened and he saw a fat and red haired guy writing on a desk.
“Send a raven for Chief Gregor in Frostwood village. The King is getting married to Lady Tarmel.” Maester told the man.
“Right away, maester.”
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