A Flame In The Castle (Alena Hellsing and Icicle)
Silent as the night, deadly as the dawn. This was the way of her ancestors, the way of her people, and the way of her Kingdom. Wars were fought amongst her people and lost at her hand. Though she was too young to understand, she could have been a great Empress and warrior had she seen the evils that had surround her since her 'rebirth'. Her mother, the Witch Queen Allys, had given her near-eternal life by means of her own self sacrifice. Though the young Queen could not be hurt easily, she did not know just how to defend herself from the perils that she came to know.
Alena sat in a throne of ivory and gold, sulking as she tried to image what remained of her surely broken Kingdom. “How could he...” The Cold Queen spoke softly, glaring into the distance with a mist of sadness and anger in her eyes. She inhaled deeply, shutting her eyes. Strength was key here. She remembered her mothers' angelic voice, cooing to her softly as a babe. “My darling, Alena. As long as I breathe I shall not let demon nor deity touch a hair on your tender head.”
A tear streamed down Alena's cheek as she opened her eyes and the perfect vision of her Mother had vanished. Now all she saw was crumbling walls and small flames that had not yet died out like the rest. She uncaringly waved her hand over the flame, extinguishing it with mental cryomancy. She rose from her throne as she made her way down past the stone steps and onto a red velvet carpet. One of the only things left untouched.
As she stared, wondering the broken halls that she had tried so hard to delay seeing, she could not help but grow sullen. Her family, her friends and all those whom had trusted her, put their faith in her, had all suffered a fate worse than disappointment. She feared turning 'round the corner at the end of the dark hall path.
As she reached the end of the hall, she stopped. She knew she would not like what she saw if she continued forward. This is farther than she had gotten in the last few weeks anyhow. She turned slowly before walking and slumping back into her seat. Normally, an Empress, even if her Empire had been destroyed, would never slump into her throne. Since no one had been around to see, she found no harm in displaying normally-rude manners.