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The Sun Princess And The Ice King

It was uncomfortably quiet in the room. King Ulric still did not look up from his papers. She didn't know what was expected of her. Should she sit down? Should she stay where she was? She decided on the latter for the time being and quietly waited for the king to say something first. For a while nothing happened and Lyana even thought he had forgotten her. Suddenly he put the pen aside and looked at her. She winced slightly because she hadn't expected it and indicated a slight curtsy. "You wanted to speak to me, Your Majesty?", she tried to get the conversation going. "You are wearing red today?" Lyana blinked several times in surprise. Had she just heard right? He wanted to see her and then talked to her about fashion? "I ... wanted a stronger color today," she answered his question. The king propped his head on his hands. His face looked somewhat dissatisfied. "I assume you are not cold today?" Another question that unsettled Lyana until she noticed where the king's gaze had wandered. Immediately she blushed and suppressed the urge to close the front of the cape. "Since it was hanging in my closet, I assumed it would be entirely to your liking," she snapped back, feeling slightly humiliated. The king's eyes flashed briefly with amusement. "Is that so? I have to disappoint you there, I am a very modest man." Lyana would have loved to roll her eyes. Sure, that's why he had all the clothes adjusted for her. What would not have been possible if he hadn't looked at her very carefully. "Well, I'll take note and not put it on again." "So you disdain what I put at your disposal?" Lyana couldn't believe it. Was he trying to drive her crazy? She cleverly tried to steer the conversation in a different direction. “Of course not. I'll be happy to wear the dress again if you want to see me in it. However, I don't think that my new wardrobe is the reason why you had me called." King Ulric got up and offered her a seat in the armchair, which Lyana accepted with thanks. He sat down on the sofa across from her. "The reason why I had you called is that your stay here will take a little longer than expected." ----‐---------------------------------------------------------- What do you do, when you get kidnapped by the King of another Kingdom? Do you beg for your life and pray that he will keep you alive? Or do you try to get closer to him? When Lyana is being kidnapped she decides to not back away. She might not know why the Ice King did that to her, but she is definitely not going to sit in a cold dungeon, waiting for a prince to save her. Instead she wants to find out, what his reasons are. What did her family do to him, to hold such a deep grudge? Why is he so cold and brutal while doing these small nice gestures for her? And can she really save him, if she finds out what happened to him in the past? Or will these beautiful deep blue eyes be the last thing she will see? Info: This Story contains two different endings. One will be more of a sad ending and the other one will be a happy ending.

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Chapter 30

"How can I actually call the wolves?" She finally asked him. She wanted to finally see Alesh again.

The king opened a chest of drawers and took out a pipe. "With that." He handed her the pipe carved

out of ice and the princess looked at her, fascinated. "It's as cold as ice. But why doesn't it melt?"

"For it to melt you would have to throw it into a fire. In my realm, ice is not always ice. Nothing here is what it seems. I actually thought you had already found out."

He was right about that. Even the king of this realm was no exception. "So I just have to blow through there and the wolves come here?"

Instead of giving her an answer, King Ulric waved his hand in the direction of the door. So Lyana stepped outside again and looked around. Nothing was to be seen yet. She took a deep breath, then brought the pipe to her mouth and blew into it. An almost imperceptible sound came out and nothing happened for a long time.

She turned to the king curiously. He was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed. The expression on his face was more than confident. So Lyana waited a little longer and after a few moments she heard a rustling.

You could see bright yellow eyes from some bushes and then the wolves left their hiding place and

came towards them. Ahead of everyone, Alesh. The princess recognized the wolf immediately. He

also seemed to recognize her again and ran straight to her and stood in front of her. The others kept

a little more distance, but did the same.

King Ulric now stepped next to Lyana and nodded contentedly. "The whistle is like a kind of howl

to call the pack over," he told her. "There shouldn't be any problems. Should some of the wolves still fight, then remember to stay out of it. They deal with that among themselves. In addition, it would be far too dangerous to intervene in something like that."

"Got it," Lyana replied obediently and watched as King Ulric swung himself back on his horse to leave. Some of the wolves wanted to follow him, but with a wave of his hand he made it clear to them that they should stay here.

When Lyana could finally no longer see him, she knelt down and held out her palm to Alesh. The wolf sniffed it briefly and then nestled its hairy face against it. "I would love to take you to the castle with me. But King Ulric is right. You are not a pet. You belong here. But from now on I will come to visit you whenever the king allows me to." At least she hoped he would allow her to. All she had to do was make sure nothing went wrong today. However, the wolves were so well-behaved that she soon stopped worrying about them.

Since Alesh was so familiar with the princess, gradually the others also dared to get closer and some even let her stroke them.

Lyana felt incredibly happy. She spent the king's absence petting and playing with the animals. She

was so busy that she almost didn't hear the rustling in the trees.

The first time she thought it had to be the wind. But when the sound could be heard again, she

noticed that there was no wind at all. She looked around anxiously and finally spotted them in the

trees just a few feet away. There were at least two men, probably hunters. Either they had no idea

that the coat of arms on the fence belonged to the king, or they were tired of life.

Lyana thought feverishly what she could do. Would they shoot the animals even if she was around?

Or did they want to wait until Lyana left? Either way, she couldn't leave the wolves alone and if she

sent one of them to the king they would just take the opportunity and kill him.

So she knelt down next to Alesh and put her forehead against his. "What should I do, Alesh? There

has to be a way to call the king." Suddenly, an idea occurred to her. She still had the ice pipe lying

next to the hut. But she couldn't risk getting out of sight.

So she went inconspicuously as close to the pipe as she could. "Alesh. Go and bring me the pipe." She looked the animal deep in the eyes and pointed to the piece of ice on the small table next to the hut. Now she just had to hope that he even understood what she wanted from him. After all, she couldn't imagine King Ulric ever teaching his animals something like that. But her new friend did not disappoint her and actually got the pipe from the table and brought it to her.

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