❜ ─ sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ɢᴀʀᴅᴇɴ ᴏғ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ ᴀɴᴅ ʀᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴏɴɪᴇs ─ ❛ ↬ Ten faeries killed and none other than the High Lord's, now only, daughter, Neve Ferelith, comes out, quite unscathed, as the only survivor. The entire court prayed and thanked the Mother for their beloved princess safe return. Worried for her, coddling her, keeping a close eye on her... Why would she lie? She was innocent, kind-hearted and pure as frosted starlight. Why would they question her? They believed it all. And secondly, they couldn't. Because the High Lord strictly forbid it and slowly, over the years it turned to dust. As if legend made mystery. But, the question is, what had truly happened? Why wouldn't the High Lord of Winter speak of it? What was being hidden deep within the walls of frozen snow layers of cold and ice. I suppose, I cannot spill and tell the tale here. As can't Neve.