As Rhea opened her eyes again her surrounding was different, the air was freezing cold, the wind moved with harsh whip, whispering against the ears.
"Why did you go?" Was the first thing Rhea heard herself ask.
Rhea's eyes darted through the Igloos scattered around the icy land, into the trees at a far distance, which were white instead of green and covered in snow sprinkles.
The mountains were painted grey white, scattered into the vast field.
"Why are you so cruel?" Her voice broke again, directed at the people before her.
They were all dressed in Inuit clothing."
Rhea's hand drew to her tinkling face, and it was damp with tears.
Am I crying? Where am I? Rhea asked herself.
Rhea's eyes settled on a man with an annoyed frown, and a katana in his right fist.
"Your Grace." She fell on her knees, holding his leg. "I'm begging you. Please give him back." She begged.
"You had one option: marry the Prince, and you-you disgrace our family. By choosing a filth. A mere pauper."
