Treason

On the day of the Annual Winter Ball,

Arihan stood at a distance, his sharp eyes watching as Alora glided through the snow-covered garden inspecting the magical barrier around the main palace. 

The cold air nipped at his skin, but all he could feel was the heat radiating from her presence. She moved like a vision, her fiery red hair cascading down her back in waves that seemed to burn against the icy white landscape. A single braid, delicate yet purposeful, framed her face and added a touch of wild elegance to her regal demeanor.

An icy blue gown that sparkled with frost-like embroidery. The off-the-shoulder design revealed her graceful collarbones, and the sheer, flowing sleeves gave her the appearance of a winter queen who had stepped straight out of a legend.