FROSTHAVEN: Battle For The Throne

ChapterOne

Sleek, athletic build, with a slender waist and thick luxurious fur, in the shades of grey and white. She had pierced yellow eyes that were bright with a small nose, mouth, and ears erect that bared with ease; her muscles rippling beneath her fur. A true princess of the wild regal and majestic her beauty was like that of the gods and angels joined together. Mazekeen! Mazekeen! Mazekeen! Her admirers called forth in the dark. She dined with the high and mighty surrounded by opulent décor and crystal chandeliers that refracted light as she rubbed her shoulders with royalty, dignitaries, and celebrities. Still she had a noble spirit and yearned for true love. She felt that the men in her life were attracted to her because of her beauty coupled with her father’s position. This made Jake often wonder: “Do I even stand a chance to win such a priceless heart of gold who had suddenly become the dream and desire of every man? My heart burns fast with hidden fire, my soul is aflame with secret desire. Should I make an unseen move to my beloved? Do I even stand a chance?” He was from the Shadow Pack, a very courageous and handsome young man who had secretly loved and admired the princess but was frightened by the caliber of men who wanted her. Her name was in the mouth of every young man in Frosthaven, but what Jake dreaded most was Mazekeen’s father, lost in thoughts and disoriented in an utterly confused state.

Jaydon was the Alpha of the White Claw Pack and the King of Frosthaven. He rose in rank through his valor and exceptional tenacity in protecting his tribe against all forms of attacks from enemies both foreign and domestic. He was more of a conqueror. He had sacrificed a lot over time to ensure the safety and undeniable existence of his tribe against all forms of extinction-level attacks. This earned him the crown as king of Frosthaven, automatically launching his pack into the hierarchy of prestige, authority, and of course royalty. Jaydon’s persona was more of a ruthless, inhumane, fearless, domineering, and heart-of-the-devil tyrant who had the intention of making sure his pack kept the crown and throne of authority even after he had joined his ancestors. He cared for nothing other than being in power and of course his only child Mazekeen. Yet, his inability to produce an heir apparent to his throne gave him nightmares that he had to come to terms with or find a way to fix it.

Now, Frosthaven was made up of seven packs in the tribe: The White Claw Pack ruled over the entire tribe with Jaydon as their Alpha King followed by Black Fur, Dark Wood, Moon Valley, and Shadow Packs who also belonged to the royal purebloods, who were seen as the upper echelon in Frosthaven while Night Walker, and Storm Packs belonged to the lower class. These Packs had their Alphas, who were also trained to be like Jaydon so they could one day take over the throne of Frosthaven. His plan to retain the crown and the throne of Frosthaven had a minor flaw in it; Jaydon was unable to produce an heir to the throne, which put the rest of the packs at an advantage as they each had borne, raised, and prepared young and valiant males in their packs to go after the throne when the slightest opportunity presented itself.

At some point in his reign, Jaydon made peace with his predicament and came up with a smart plan, or so he thought it was, whoever Mazekeen chose among the Alphas of the upper echelon packs to marry would inherit the throne. As Jaydon disclosed his decision to the packs, this felt like the last rays of sunlight disappearing into the horizon, leaving an unsettling stillness in the air that whispered of the chaos soon to unfold.

In light of recent events, Mazekeen, who was quite the opposite of her father in character, yearned more for someone who would see beyond her beautiful face and royal endowments and love and care for her sincerely, somewhat of a fairytale prince charming. Rather, she felt entangled in a web of bewilderment which often left her confused as she often thought to herself [How do I choose the right person to marry? Would he truly love and treat me like a queen or would he rather be more focused on getting on my father’s throne? Does father really care about my happiness or is he only concerned about retaining his crown and throne?...]. These thoughts haunted Mazekeen as ghosts, and she mostly felt helpless and trapped as she had no one to vent to. Her only confidant was her mother, the late Queen.

On that fateful morning, the sky blushed with shades of lavender and rose, a whisper of magic in the air, heralding a day that would change everything. In the soft glow of dawn, the golden rays of sunlight spilled through the ornate window, casting delicate patterns on the silken sheets of the princess’s chamber. Whispering like the gentle rustle of leaves, the maids tiptoed in, their laughter a melodic cascade that filled the air with anticipation.

“Your Highness,” murmured one of the maids, her voice barely above a whisper, brushing back a loose strand of hair from the princess’s brow. “It’s time to wake. Today’s the day! Another maid, brimming with energy, rushed to the window and drew back the heavy curtains, letting the sunlight spill in, casting a warm glow across the room, mingling with the sweet anticipation that filled the air.

“Wake up, Princess!” they chimed, their voices ringing like a chorus of happy birds. “It’s time to celebrate!”

With laughter and a few playful shoves, the maids helped her dress, transforming her into the vision of elegance that the day demanded.

“Norman! Norman!” The King called out to his royal messenger, “Come take these letters and deliver them to all the packs, let them know the long-anticipated day has come and I’m hosting a royal banquet in honour of Princess Mazekeen.” And so the messenger took off with the speed of light and did as the king instructed.

This day meant a lot to King Jaydon as he knew it wouldn’t be business as usual. He planned to set in motion an event that would change the course of history for him and the White Claw Pack.