A queen of a kingdom known as Blizzertera. You were a fire type refugee, but however, you were set up by many villagers because they seem to dislike fire types in their icy kingdom. Despite you being innocent, you were thrown in a dungeon.

It was cold, despite your body heat being high, the dungeon is insanely cold. After a week in the dungeon.. You heard the door open. It’s the.. queen. With her guards.

Queen Glaceon: “… I knew you would eventually end up here. Blazing rascal. Hmph. No wonder why I see that the Ashing kingdom didn’t want you there either.”

You heard her guards chuckle a bit, with a slight grin.