Second day of Ivanneth, year 34 in the Age of Wandering
You - Zev Subodai, Warrior Prince of Rimenacht - stand at the window, watching absently as the light snow outside dances its way down to the ground. Somehow the sight of it makes you feel calmer - warmer - than you have all week. Just a few days ago you were heir to the throne of the Winter King, poised to rule over Rimenacht and the entire kingdom when your father eventually diminishes into the West. Tomorrow you are to take command at Glacier’s Edge, a place more in need of trouble than a guardian, truth be told. Today… you are judged.
You seem not to notice the looks you get from the council as you walk passed them to leave the chamber: sullen, disdainful, fearful, confused. They give you a wide berth as they make their way out into the drifting white.
Outside your sister, Miriel, clings to your brother, Safed, sobbing deeply into his chest. Safed comforts her while his eyes meet yours and a menacing grin creeps across his face.
Behind you in the chamber, Callean - the revered and wise Althing of Rimenacht - remains to see to the Winter King, who has not spoken a word since the proceedings began.