The ice palace was bustling with busy servants. Once a year, when the snows were light and the sun strong enough to break through the clouds, the Snow King hosted a diplomatic gathering at his home for the Blossom King and Lamb Queen.
Their arrival was imminent and the servants were making last-minute arrangements for the royal guests.
“Sire, the Blossom King, and his procession have arrived at our gates,” a soldier told him, running up to his desk.
Skylar glanced at Zane. “Well, let them in,” he muttered.
The soldier bowed and ran back out.
“Is the conference room set up?” he asked Zane.
“We had fresh flowers brought in to ‘liven’ it up,” Zane chuckled.
Skylar nodded and signed his name at the bottom of the document on his desk. It was the final order to withdraw his soldiers from their last military foothold in Summer Lands.
“Take this and see that it is done,” Skylar ordered.
“Shouldn’t I be here for the diplomatic meeting?” Zane asked, mouth curving down.