It was the High King's selection. She had to tell him how she felt, before it was too late. If she didn't do it now, she may never get the chance to ever again. 

She would regret it for the rest of her life if she let the day go by without him knowing. Her heart fluttered just by the thought of seeing him again. She remembered how she felt the day she left for good. Her regrets. It still haunted. If only she had touched him once, would he have touched her back. If only she had kissed him, would he have kissed her back. If only, if only. So many ifs.

That ends today. 

He didn't have to feel the same way. She only needed to relieve her aching heart by telling him the truth. 

From what she had heard, the High King, the man she loved, had already picked three women, Lady Evre, who everyone knew would be chosen as the two had been close from childhood. Lady Aijah who had the highest chances of being selected as she was a maiden with the purest blood and impeccable beauty and lastly, Lady Salvyiti, whose kindness and noble heart had been sang throughout the five realms. 

These three women had no contender to become the wives of the most powerful man in all the Realms. Second to the High King were his wives. Whoever took on the last name of the High King as a wife would gain unimaginable power. Even greater, the High Queen. There can only be one High Queen, due to law and tradition; the one who steals the King's heart to be the High Queen would become equal to him.

Anne finally arrives close to the throne of her beloved, where she sees him, in all his glory and dominance, like a divine groom waiting for his bride. 

“Wife. Named.” He declares as he points to a stunning woman with short dark hair and lemon green eyes. 

Anne's eyes water. She didn't know how much she missed him until now.

“In'er!” Anne shouts, taking the biggest risk of her life, calling him out loud.

The High King doesn't respond, eyes occupied by the hundreds of women at his front. Who he had to examine as potential brides worthy of his Harem. 

Why isn't he looking? Please look at me! Tears pour out of Anne's eyes as she parts her mouth to call his name again. 

In that second, his eyes narrows and snaps in the direction of something at his side.

Anne turns her head to see a huge ice sculpture beside his throne. 

The ice was melting fast at an abnormal rate. As the ice melted, it revealed something so terrifying that it made Anne's bones to tremble In pure agonizing fear.

Oh, no.