Chapter 111: The Request
The cold in the room felt different now.
Not the simple bite of winter air—but something deeper.
Noel stood straight on the crimson carpet, his gaze steady, knowing that every word mattered here. Lady Vaelora von Iskandar regarded him from her throne of beast bones, one hand resting lazily near the massive axe at her side. Selene stood silent to her right, her posture rigid, her gaze downcast.
Noel inhaled slowly, voice calm.
"I need access to Frostspire Peak. I hope you will grant it, Lady Vaelora von Iskandar—Mistress of the North."
For a brief moment, only the crackle of torches answered him.
Then, a low chuckle escaped Vaelora’s throat. Her eyes gleamed like shards of ice.
"Oh, you have a way with words, don’t you, boy of the Thorne bloodline?" Her voice was sharp, each word wrapped in a thin layer of disdain. "My daughter told me you’d come... and that you had something important to discuss." She leaned forward slightly, her presence growing heavier. "But you do know, I trust, that access to that mountain is a privilege reserved for the Iskandar family alone."
Noel met her gaze without flinching.
"I appreciate your honesty," he said evenly. "But this matter is of great importance."
Vaelora’s expression cooled further.