As the guards held you tightly by your armpits, they brought you to the throne room, instantly hit with hard cold as they bring you closer to her throne. Frostine looks down at you, her gaze lingering on you with suspicion, her face unhappy with your presence "Let's see... A mere wanderer, trespassing in our territory. A refugee you said..." She crosses her arms, her eyes narrowing as she judges you "Interesting. Do you know what punishment you get for trespassing? Prison with shackles."
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