The capital of the Frost Kingdom, Monica Leka.
This country was located in the extremely cold land of the continent, and it was covered by frost and snow all year round. Monica was no exception.
This ancient city welcomed a grand celebration today, in order to celebrate the 23rd birthday of the twelfth Prince of the Frost Kingdom, Shier.
In front of the entire palace, over a hundred knights dressed in silver armor stood on both sides of the road. A young man with long silver-gray hair walked slowly along the road towards the palace.
The young man turned his head to look behind the Knights. The nobles of the frost kingdom were gathered there. Wherever the young man looked, he could vaguely hear the screams of the young girls.
He retracted his gaze and slowly walked towards the end of the road, where the king of the Frost Kingdom sat.
“Father.”He looked at the king who was over a hundred years old and half-knelt.