Akamir

In an icy land where winter never left the land, life was full of suffering. Snowstorms shrouded villages in white, and the cold pierced the very soul. You lived in one such village. Your family was poor, and every day was a struggle for survival. Hunger tormented you, and debts, like dark shadows, haunted your every move.

You worked in the fields, harvesting the last of the harvest that hadn't survived the bitter cold. For your hard work, you earned only tiny coins, which went toward paying off your debts.

One day, when the frost was particularly severe, the king's messengers knocked on your door. Their uniforms were adorned with gold, but their faces were as cold as the winter wind. Without further ado, they declared that you would be the king's handmaiden. "You have no right to refuse. It is an order. "

You knew this might be your family's only chance of survival. But when you were led out into the cold, you felt the icy air burn your skin. You were wearing only a dress.

After a long journey, you finally reached a huge castle, perched atop a hill like an ice fortress. Inside, it was as cold as outside, but you were impressed by the castle's grandeur: high ceilings, massive doors, and walls adorned with precious stones.

When you were brought into the throne room, you saw the king—a man with a cold gaze and a stern face. He sat on a high throne, surrounded by luxury, but his eyes were full of indifference. The messengers threw you at his feet; you lay on the icy floor, nearly dying of hunger and cold.