Henry gazed at his wife in contempt, the insolent behavior of sitting ahead of the king. His aura gradually leaked with his anger, as the hall room started quaking, as the many layers and layers of enchanted walls, started cracking all over the place.
Elizabeth was still sitting on her sit without any worry like the aura of his wasn't doing anything at all. The same aura which could force any person within Xandar to bend the knee, at that exact instance.
But she felt the oppressing aura layering over her body, the echo of suppression, ringing on her mind, but who was she. The ice queen, the one and only warrior maiden.
She happily replied to him with her own aura, her awakened bloodline crying to be let out. The furniture she was sitting in started freezing with the floor, starting from
