Chapter 4

Chryse

A wicked wind whipped through the open window, sending shivers down young princess Freya’s body. She tucked a strand of her golden blonde air behind her small ear and walked towards the black-rimmed window, closing it with a soft thud. She looked out through the closed transparent window.

Winter was coming.

The light grey clouds told her so. Eleanor knew that the clouds were bringing coldness, snow, winter, and her birthday. She couldn’t wait until she turned seven! Maybe her father would throw a big fun party. Maybe Scarlett, her stepmother, would make a feast, just for her. Maybe her step-sister, Adira, would finally take her out to the snowy Alps for a snowball fight.

Who was she kidding, as if Adira would do that! Being the best warrior in Chryse, Adira was a fiery sister, with – ironically – blazing red hair. Adira was ten years older than Freya and was much stronger and wiser. There was nothing Freya wanted more than to become like her brilliant older sister.