A sea of white seemed to stretch out. White lilies, white dresses, white cloth, and two white caskets. Prince Remly stood beside me, looking at those two caskets with an expression filled with grief and shock. It was as I said, only different from the book. The King and Queen had decided to visit their Winter palace, to escape the oddly cold weather this year. They encountered monsters on their travels, and were killed when the carriage was attacked by ogres. There were no survivors, not amongst the knights, not even the horses. It was an unexpected ending for the warrior King, who had left his sword in the palace.
I suppose he grew too confident. Now, as the candidate the King had personally chose as the next Empress, I stood beside Remly in his greatest moment of grief. I had been conf
