Her Highnesses Home

Two and a half years since she left home… maybe a bit more than that. The young queen had wanted to make a world of her own and find her own prince charming. She had convinced her parents then that she needed to go out and find her prince charming. Leaving was the only way that she could do that. And her parents agreed, even saying that her magic could be more useful outside of Iceberg than there with them. And after that, she began her journey after her parents had driven her as far as they could in their caravan, letting her wander on her own after giving her a backpack of food. After she made her way into Fiore… that was when her life started to change for herself. She became a queen of a guild and a country, and managed to get herself in a magazine too! These past two years were honestly worthwhile to the white queen. She grew more than she realized she ever did.

Now the queen sat herself upon her throne in a white, bodycon, sweetheart neckline dress with puffy shoulders and long sleeves that go to a point just after her wrist. Her long white hair was put up in a soft bun as she leaned herself over on her left side of the chair, cheek on her fist as she was bored. She had her locket she was given by her parents in her hand, running her thumb over the gem as her Angelic male servant came up to her from the entrance of the guild hall.

“Your Highness, there… there is an issue.” He says as he approaches her, quickly handing the letter to her as she sits up straight to receive the opened envelope. Of course he had opened it beforehand to be sure that she wasn’t harmed by anything. “I’m not sure how true this letter is. But I felt I had to give it to you personally.” His voice was panicked as he stood before his queen, who was looking at the letter and slowly glaring more and more as she read it. “I-is it…?”

“We’re going to Iceberg, Bertrand.” She hissed as her fingers clenched around the parchment paper, crumpling it up and ripping it where her fingers were. Her purplish pink eyes were cold as she stood up and was storming down the stairs to her throne. She glared at Bertrand as she was storming past him. “We’re leaving... now."

-A couple days of traveling to Iceberg.-

Saraphina was riding upon the back of her trusty winter polar bear, Týr. His white coat had some pink stains to it as he had torn through some people on his path towards his masters home. The white queen also knew that her sweet polar bear needed to eat too, so it was a great deal for her to sacrifice some time for. Her twin sepheram servants, Nadaline and Bertrand, were flying above the queen to keep up with the polar bear's speed. She was getting closer to the tribe of the Snow Moon, where her parents were supposedly last seen and attacked before they were kidnapped. She needed to see the destruction for herself.

She was wearing a white mesh sleeveless halter see through sheath dress that had a small hidden corset under the bust and frills and gold decorations around the corset portion. There were sleeves on her biceps being held by bicep cuffs, and on her hips were gold chains that accuented her curves rather well. Her hair was being held back out of her face by a gold tinted headband with a gold star on the top right side of it. The whole look gave her a goddess air about her, but right now she thought of herself as a queen.

The White Queen of Errings Rising.

She didn’t care what happened to other people, but her guild, people who live in Hostia, and her parents were the only ones she cared about. She was seeing basically red in the white wasteland as she traveled. Instead of going into the village of the Snow Moon tribe, she veered around it. She was looking for proof of her parents' caravan. There had to be proof that they were attacked. She needed to see with her own eyes.

“Your highness!” Nadaline says above the queen as she points towards the west. Sara glances over and sees a familiar flag to a caravan she used to live in. It was torn though, not like her memories.

The white queen felt panic drop within her as she steered her polar bear towards the caravan site. As soon as they reached it, she quickly slid herself off of her bear and was in a bit of shock at the sight before her. The campsite that the caravan was at, was trashed! It was cold and grey, as if this had sat a while. She quickly ran into the caravan, seeing the whole place tossed.

Tears brimmed the queen's eyes as she gripped the door frame of the caravan. “Mama! Papa!” She cries out as she starts to slide down the door frame to sit on her legs on the floor. She only cried for a moment though as her purplish pink eyes looked up and saw one of the books her papa used to read to her. She gripped the door frame once again, and pulled herself up. “Týr… smell the scents here. We’re going to find my parents.” She growls as she whipped herself around and starts stomping towards the village that was a distance away. She held her head up as she had her hands gripped in fists.

Nadaline and Bertrand both had landed behind the queen, walking behind her like the good servants they trained to be for their queen by her late head maid, Sanguine. They flanked both her right and left sides, heads held just as high to show that they weren’t pushovers as well, and that they would look down on anyone that would dare harm their queen, or talk bad about her. Though, they felt in this case, it was a moral boost to their queen to help her with her resolve.

Saraphina had her little entourage trailing behind her as she made her way to the village. Even the polar bear was there as well, towering over behind the humanoid beings and seeming ready to maul something. The tribe was a bit of a walk from the caravan, but Saraphina didn’t seem to care, nor notice. She was lost in thoughts of how she would devour the tribe and demand them to return her parents to her. That would surely work in her favor.

As she reached the spiked wall of the tribe, Saraphina placed her hands on her hips as she glared before her. They would be wise to open the gates to her now. The person who was standing guard had their sword drawn and pointing at her. "What are you doing here?! State your business!"

"I am Saraphina Rose Zima! Queen of Errings Rising! I received a letter saying that the Snow Moon tribe has taken them! Release them unharmed this instant, or else I will lay waste to your puny village!" Her voice was loud as she stood her ground, hands clenched into fists as she held her head up. Her purpleish pink eyes were glaring darkly, and flecks of black were slowly coming up off of her.

The servants started to back up from their mistress as they saw the visible anger upon her face. The man guarding the entrance wasn't lowering his weapon. That would be a bad choice. She raised her hand out as if she was holding a longbow, and in fact, she was as she summoned her weapon, Skadi. Ever since Birch got hit by an arrow once, she had been practicing to use the spell better. By now, she had a decent shot now that wouldn't miss too much after she released the arrow from the notch.

“There will be no other warning! Release my parents this instant, or The Snow Moon Tribe is no more!” Her voice was loud as she was ready to destroy these people.

“Lower your weapon! Lower it!” Someone shouted from behind the wall. They came running up as the doors to the community were opening up. Another guard, nearly out of breath, came before Saraphina, who still had her weapon drawn at the first person. She glared at the guard and raised an eyebrow to him slowly. She wasn’t amused by this current turn of events. “You announced yourself as Saraphina Zima? Only daughter of Petia and Mariya Zima?”

As soon as her parents' names were mentioned, Saraphina slowly lowered her bow and arrow, but kept the bolt notched. “That is I…” She was glaring daggers at the new person now, who kept their distance from her near his companion.

Both the guards now had their weapons raised at her, and she raised her bow and arrow while Bertrand had his sword raised. “You destroyed our village a few months back! We demand you pay reparations for your doings!” The second guard called to her. “For that, you must die!”

The queen tilted her head. “A few weeks ago? Don’t make me laugh, I haven’t been back in Iceberg in four years now.” The young queen snorts as she leans her head to the side slowly. “Return my parents to me, or your tribe is removed from Iceberg, forever.” She pulled back on the string some more, and as neither of the two guards made any move to assure her that everything was okay, she let loose on her bolt, managing to strike the second guard in the head surprisingly.

The first guard started to come after the white haired queen now, but She called forth Thrud and was wielding it herself, making their weapons clash together loudly. No doubt other guards were going to be coming now. Bertrand, Nadaline, and Týr were all ready to fight for their queen.

These peasants were being bothersome now to the queen. They weren’t giving up her parents like she demanded. And they believed she had been in Iceberg recently. This would be the first time she had come home since leaving it. She made Thrud release its multiple swords and pointed them towards the other guards that were showing up at the open gate.

Týr let up a roar as he charged forward and got a wall to crash down right next to the gate. If anyone didn’t know she was there before, they all knew now. Screams ensued after the polar bear tore down a wall and let up another roar of ‘victory’ over his actions. The queen started to make her way forward as she held both her bow and her sword with her floating weapons around her.

Nadaline was wielding weapons that she found on the ground, while Bertrand had his own sword still, staying out of the queen's way. Bertrand was placing himself in front of Saraphina as a mob already formed and were coming after his master. He slammed down the tip of the crude sword that he picked up into the ground, and a flash of light pulsed from him as a shield formed in front of him.

The queen smirked as she looked at the shield and put a hand on her hip. “I said it once, and I’ll say it again. I did not come to Iceberg in the past few years till today when I got the ransom letter about my parents! Release them now!” Yeah, she said previously that there were no warnings, and this wasn’t a warning, it was an announcement as this tribe was to be annihilated now anyways.

The tribe who was available to fight were charging at her and intending to crash through the barrier that Bertrand made. Nadaline moved to the side as one of the fighters tried to come at them from the side, and she caught their weapon with her own. Saraphina watched casually before she raised Thrud high above her head. The floating swords rose higher now, above the shield that Bertrand made, and slowly angled themselves at the crowd of fighters. She made a slashing motion with Thrud, and the floating swords suddenly zipped down and impaled themselves into some of the fighters of the silly village she was already forgetting the name of since it wasn’t important.

Searching for her parents was the most important thing.

The screams of the people were like music to the white queen's ears. Raising Thrud in the air, the other swords released from the baddies, haphazardly dropping some of them in a rather disrespectful way in the process. She slashed her sword once again to stab after some others in the mob only for some to manage to dodge and try searching for a weak spot in Bertrand's shield.

Saraphina sighs as she raises Skadi and puts an arrow in the notch. She takes a deep breath as she mutters under her breath. "Of the hunt…" The tips of the arrows started to ice over before she released them and they shot out towards the intruders that weren't making it too far currently.

"You witch!" A shrill scream came from the village as a woman held the head of one of the people she just skewered with a floating sword. "Wasn't it enough that you ruined our village before?! You had to do it again and take the lives of our people again?!"

Týr was starting to make his way to the woman sitting in the snow. Sara raised her hand and the animal stopped. He was agitated about what was going on, so we're Nadaline and Bertrand. They tried to start making their way to the woman as well, but Bertrand had his opponent bring their weapon down on him, stopping him from moving. Nadaline kept where she was, knowing full well that the queen wouldn't want her to interfere right now.

All fighting seemed to stop as all eyes were on the queen to see how she'd react to the insult dealt to her from the woman.

She moved to step forward, staying silent as her foot crunched in the snow.

Crunch.
Crunch.

Her feet stopped in front of the woman who screamed at her. With Skadi and Thrud still in her hands, she slowly lowered herself to be crouching in front of the woman, looking down at the man she killed barely a few minutes ago. The woman's blue eyes glared angrily at Saraphina, as if they'd burn her head off. The queen didn't let it bother her as she let the main body of Thrud rest on the ground as she reached for the sword still stuck in the man that the other woman still held onto.

"I am not a witch… I was born as a native of Iceberg… I don't know what village that you're speaking of… but I probably did it because your village upset me." Her lips smiled as she yanked the sword out of the body. "I think you loved this one…" She muses as the woman's face contorted to horror. As if it had been a secret. The queen smiles as she inspects the freshly pulled sword. "I bet you want to be with him still." She purrs before she swung the sword to the side.

Silence.

Silence as the woman's freshly cut head rolled on the ground and stained the white snow red. Her body slumped over the body of her lover. Growing cold with the temperature outside as everything shut down.

The purplish pink eyes of the queen glared over to another member of the mob. "Tell me the location of my parents… now."

There was no or else.

The chilling aura coming from the woman had a decent chunk of people feeling like they had made a big mistake.