The wintery cold breeze blows harshly in the kingdom. Soon the snow fall will begin and the whole island will be covered in the thick heavy sheet of ice. The sun, whose pace is dull now, looks like a crimson ball which is hanged in the sky.
The sun will set in the deep blue ocean and another day will pass without getting any information of the lost princess. Linta stands near the huge window and peeks outside. She sighs deeply as the sun sets completely, sinking down. She closes her eyes as they wet and small watery pearls slid down to her cheeks.
She stands closing her eyes for a while but she get distracts by the knock on the door. The petite maiden opens the door and grants the permission to the red head.
“Daphne.” She sighs without looks at her.
“Your Majesty, I have decided that
