Flake gently stepped into the thrown room, holding the slip of paper the messenger had given to him. The small elf took a deep breath, taking another step forward. "Your majesty?" His voice quivered as he spoke. The king glanced in his direction, narrowing his cold blue eyes. "What is it?" Flake gingerly folded the note. 'Be respectful' he thought. 'King Blizzard won't attack you for delivering a message.' The king grunted. "Snap out of it Flake. What is it?" The royal assistant shook himself from his scared daze, blinking. "Apologies your majesty. Queen Aurora has declared a state of emergency." Blizzard leaned back in the Sapphire-encrusted throne, his white hair ruffling. "And why was it necessary to come here to deliver this news?" Flake could feel himself trembling. It hadn't been long since the royal advisor had disappeared, and he knew better than to think She had just ran away. "She requests our assistance since most of her men left the valley." Flake put his hands behind his back, waiting for the king to respond. King Blizzard rubbed his forehead before standing up. The king strolled over to the window, glancing at the view over Frost castle town. The assistant could only wonder what proposition was so intriguing that so many elves would leave the valley for it. "..Sir?" Flake wanted to slap himself, but it was royal protocol to ask royalty for responses to letters. King Blizzard growled softly. "Notify Queen Aurora that we are struggling ourselves and cannot provide assistance." Was the king's reply. Flake hesitated, in case there was anything to add. King Blizzard stroked the windowsill. "Flake, look at us. We were once some of the strongest Elves, and now we are some of the weakest. Is this the legacy I have come to?" He said softly. Flake dipped his head. "I- I don't believe that this season will be easy on us sir." He quivered as he spoke. "That's all I can say." King Blizzard looked in his direction, his White cloak whirling as he turned his head. "Leave me in peace now." Flake nodded, knowing better than to disrespect orders. "And Flake?" The king called. The assistant whipped around. "Yes, your majesty?" King Blizzard let out a grin as chilling as his name. "Please tell Sir Snowbank to prepare the men for a march over the mountains."
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