Frostine
“I am not lying, Kenneth. My name is Frostine. This is the only thing I have been sure of since I opened my eyes.” I said to him, but he still stared back at me like he didn’t believe me. Why won’t he believe me?
All the warm satisfaction I was feeling when I went to sleep and when I woke up was now nowhere to be found. Because now all I felt was the chill in the air and his blue eyes were quickly turning into frosty ice chips. I felt my stomach tighten at the look he was giving me. He didn’t look like the same King, same man, he was before. He used to look at me with patience, with a smile on his face, with his yellow eyes warm on me and sometimes I felt like he even adored me. But now he looked cold and angry.
I turned fully around to face him and took a step toward him. I as
