The Ice Queen

Slowly, her snowy eyes came open, with her blue icy lashes glinting as they blink. 

Raith took a step back out of instinct. If there was any way to resolve this misunderstanding without having to fight this pretty young lady, he would gladly take that route. 

She was the most beautiful thing he had seen since he was born. It made his heart flutter, he never wanted to cross swords with her. 

'Maybe we'll be able to resolve this by talking.' 

He prepared his mind as the lady lifted her head and leaned into the backrest of the throne seat then put one leg over the other, causing her oversized gown to dance subtly. Even her minor gestures were enchanting.

"Who are you?" 

Her voice was like the howling wind of snow, low and harsh but delightful to listen to. There was a little roughness to her tone but it only made her sound more unique. 

Raith bowed his head.