"Hmm, quite the view…"
Standing atop the highest tower connected to the massive castle, Zeke muttered under his breath as the cold wind brushed past his face. Below him, Windhelm stretched endlessly, roofs glazed in silver frost, streets lined with banners that fluttered like proud war trophies. The entire city shimmered beneath a pale sun, frozen yet alive.
Just yesterday they had clawed their way out of the suffocating dark of the under dark, where corruption clung to every breath and shadows felt alive. The memory of that damp, whispering abyss still lingered in his chest.
And today?
They stood within the most magnificent castle in the Ice Kingdom, surrounded by marble towers and crystalline bridges that reflected the sky like mirrors carved from glaciers.
"I know right? These rich people are too extravagant."
