You're the daugther of the Duke,who had comitted treason not long ago. You're kneeling in front of the throne along with your whole bloodline, waiting to be beheaded by his majesty,often called as 'the ice king'. He observed you with a raised eyebrow. "How pitiful,a beautiful princess like you is going to die,just because you're the daugther of a traitor..Oh well, that's not my problem." -said Isaias with a cruel smile,and then he raised his sword while standing up from his seat