PART 2: The Boy from the Frozen Kingdom
Blinding silver light flooded the royal ballroom beneath the towering crystal chandeliers.
Nobles shielded their eyes.
Knights stepped backward in fear.
Even the orchestra fell silent.
At the center of the glowing hall—
the dirty barefoot boy stood trembling while the silver snowflake brooch shined inside his scarred hand.
Princess Adriana stared at it in complete disbelief.
Because she recognized the symbol instantly.
The Frozen Crest of House Valtheris.
A royal bloodline believed destroyed twenty years earlier during the Winter War.
The princess’s breathing became uneven.
“Where did you get that?”
Her voice barely crossed the silent ballroom.
The boy swallowed nervously.
“My mother kept it hidden.”
The silver light reflected across his tear-filled eyes while snowflakes slowly began drifting through the ballroom itself.
Impossible.
Beautiful.
Terrifying.
The armored knights hesitated uncertainly around him.
Because now—
they recognized the crest too.
One elderly noble suddenly dropped his wine glass onto the marble floor.
CRASH.
His face turned pale with horror.
“No… that family is dead.”
The boy looked toward him quietly.
“My mother said the kingdom lied.”
Silence swallowed the ballroom.
Princess Adriana slowly stepped closer despite the frightened guards.
The magical brooch pulsed brighter near her.
Then suddenly—
the crystal gem projected glowing silver symbols across the air between them.
Ancient royal runes.
A hidden message.
The entire ballroom watched in stunned silence as shimmering words slowly formed in the air.
TO THE LAST DAUGHTER OF WINTER…
PROTECT MY SON.
Princess Adriana froze completely.
Because she recognized the handwriting.
Queen Elara.
Her older sister.
The same sister officially declared dead after the royal palace massacre years ago.
Tears instantly filled Adriana’s eyes.
“No…”
The young boy looked up at her trembling.
“She was my mother.”
Gasps echoed violently through the hall.
Several nobles stumbled backward in disbelief.
Because if the boy spoke the truth—
then the child standing barefoot in the ballroom wasn’t a peasant.
He was the lost heir to the frozen northern throne.
A prince.
One knight slowly lowered his spear.
“My God…”
Princess Adriana’s hands trembled while staring at the child’s face.
Now she saw it clearly.
The same silver eyes.
The same pale hair.
The same features as her sister.
The boy reached carefully into his torn coat again.
And slowly—
he removed a folded piece of worn parchment.
A child’s drawing.
Crude wax crayons.
A silver-haired princess standing beside a little boy beneath falling snow.
The princess covered her mouth instantly.
Because she remembered it.
Years ago—
before the war—
she drew that picture herself for her sister’s unborn child.
The boy’s voice cracked emotionally.
“She said you’d protect me.”
The ballroom remained completely silent beneath the chandeliers.
Then suddenly—
BOOM.
The massive royal doors exploded open.
Freezing wind roared into the ballroom extinguishing rows of candles instantly.
Royal soldiers stormed inside wearing black winter armor marked with the crest of the High Regent.
At their center—
stood Lord Malrec.
The king’s royal advisor.
Cold.
Ruthless.
Smiling.
His eyes locked directly onto the glowing brooch in the boy’s hand.
“Well,” he said softly.
“So the last heir survived after all.”
Fear spread instantly across the nobles.
Because everyone understood the truth now.
The royal massacre years ago had never been an accident.
It had been a hunt.
And standing beneath the shattered candlelight—
the lost prince had finally walked directly into the wolves’ den.
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