The sound of talons clicking upon the icy floor echoed through the long corridor as an IceWing hurried towards an exit leading outside of the palace. Peeking out from the narrow entrance, making sure that the coast was clear before moving onto a small balcony which was very high up.
Looking over the icy railings, the Icewing stared down at the countless buildings below, that made up the Capital, trying to see if there were any guards about.
Happy with seeing no one about, the Icewing took off, gliding down in a spiral and landing gracefully upon the snow-covered ground, and as it did so, shook off bits of snow that clung to the wings.
The Icewing then leapt back into the air again, and flew towards Snowstorm's home, a sizable snowy structure not too far from the palace, that would offer him some privacy.
Upon reaching the destination, the Icewing landed upon the soft snow-covered ground, feeling the gentle crunch of snow beneath its paws, which felt refreshing accompanying their arrival. They gave one more look around the area before pushing open the double doors and stepping inside, closing them behind gently.
Making their way down the long corridor, the soft orange glow of candlelight danced over the Icewing's scales, while passing a few rebel Icewings chatting among themselves. Upon reaching the main living room where Snowstorm sat on a chair, the Icewing stood completely still, not making a sound while looking around the room.
A few small candles were dotted around the large room, flickering slightly as they illuminated parts of it, with one candle sitting upon his desk, the flame danced while the sound of a talon running over a scroll filled the room. Snowstorm was engrossed in writing a message without even turning back, he called out to the IceWing who had entered while dipping two talons in fresh ink.
"Is everything in order?" Snowstorm questioned, his ink-covered talons coming to a stop as droplets of ink dripped from them onto the scroll. His ears flicked about attentively as he waited for a response.
"Sir, the Royal family has returned early," the IceWing replied, bowing their head respectfully. Snowstorm tapped his talons against the silver table noisily as he contemplated the news.
"Anything else, Icelance?" Snowstorm turned his head slightly, his gaze fixed upon Icelance, who shifted nervously under his scrutiny.
"W-well, sir, Prince Snowheart is... much larger than last time," Icelance stammered, tilting his head downward, avoiding Snowstorm's intense gaze.
Snowstorm rose from his chair, cleaning his right paw talons of ink, his expression unreadable as he began to pace about, tail flicking while he made his way up to a large shelf of scrolls, running a single talon along the wooden surface, humming to himself while Icelance shifted nervously on his paws.
"S-sir?" Came Icelance's voice once more, Snowstorm exhaled sharply while he pulled a medical scroll from the shelf before unrolling it, his talons tugging at the soft surface while he made his way back to his desk.
"Go and tell the rest of the rebellion that the plan has changed to step four" He dismissed him with a flick of his tail. Icelance gave a quick bow before scurrying out from Snowstorm's home, launching himself into the air, flapping his wings wildly.
"Perhaps it's time to give that little brat of a princess a (treat)" Snowstorm smirked, letting a bone-chilling chuckle leave his maw as he got to work on making his surprise, getting up once more, he grabbed a flask from one of his tables against the wall. "Icetide!" He called out to the rebel guards that were situated in the long corridor within his large home. The soft sound of many talons clicking upon the Icy floor echoed louder and louder until one of the guards came into the room.
"Yes sir?" The male Icewing bowed his head in the direction of Snowstorm, waiting for a response from the older Icewing as he observed him pour some liquid into the flask, obviously making some sort of concoction for some poor unsuspecting dragon, then Snowstorm spoke.
"I need you to keep an eye on Snowfall and her worthless sisters" He glared at Icetide so cold it could freeze the soul of any Icewing.
"At once my lord" Icetide bowed his head once more towards Snowstorm before heading down the corridor and towards the main entrance of the building.
Back in the palace, Prince Snowheart made his way towards the royal kitchen in his armour, passing a few servants along the way, bowing to him as they showed him the utmost respect. He arrived at the large doorway to the royal kitchen, pushing the double doors open as a wave of different meaty smells hit him like a wall.
Looking about the expansive kitchen area, he watched countless Icewings dart about, making the royal family their dinner, which was meant to be ready with no delays, that was until the leading chef, a female Icewing bumped into Snowheart, spilling the few cups of wine onto the floor, as well as the glasses which smashed.
She immediately started to clear up the mess she had made. yet what surprised her was when she looked up only to come face to face with Snowheart, watching as he gently picked up the broken pieces of glass, his far larger forepaws scooping up the sharp shards of glass before placing them on the tray.
She was about to protest when Snowheart glanced up at her with his piercing blue eyes, making her words become stuck in her throat while the two continued to pick the pieces up, as well as mop up the wine which covered the floor. What shocked her the most was the fact that a member of the royal family was helping her clean up her mess.
"I see you have all been busy" Snowheart's voice rang through her ears, causing her to shake her head while her ears perked up. She then rose back up, as did Snowheart, with the both of them having cleaned the mess up.
"Y-your Majesty" She gave a bow towards him, as did all the other members of the royal kitchen before they got back to work. Snowheart moved around the white dragoness, his tail gently knocking against her tail.
"Have you all been able to sleep at all?" He spoke once more, turning on the spot to face the head chef who stood there, unable to speak, her mouth slightly open while she struggled to form words. Snowheart narrowed his gaze, his pupils subtracting more into slits when suddenly, he heard someone scurrying up behind him.
Turning around once more, he looked down to see a rather small-looking Icewing female wearing an apron who looked up at him before she spoke.
"S-sir, my apologises, b-but we have not been allowed to sleep for Prince Narwhal has denied us any sort of respite, something to do with the guards having been seeing some suspicious activity," Snowheart noticed the dark blue marks under her eyes, then, as he looked around the room, noticed that all of the servants had the same dark blue marks, a sign of a severe lack of sleep, yet when he looked back at the head chef, he noticed she was by far the most tired.
"Go and get rest, the meals can wait" He flicked his tail in a dismissal way while he made his way towards the entrance to the kitchen, pulling the doors open, though, just as he was about to leave, he stopped before looking back at the head chef, seeing how much she was struggling as she fumbled around with a few forks.
It was difficult to watch her sway slightly, watching her struggle to keep her balance while also fighting to keep her eyes open as she worked. Puffing a large amount of frost from his nostrils, he graciously moved towards her before grabbing her forearm gently, hearing her gasp softly, he explained what he was doing.
"I'm taking you back to my room, there you can rest while us royals are busy" He then left the room, with the head chef alongside him while someone else took over the head chef's role for now, the sound of his voice echoed from the kitchen as he told the servants to clean up and stash the meals away in the freezers until they are needed.
In the large building where Snowstorm resided, one of the Icewings, who were part of the rebellion made her way down the corridor towards Snowstorm's living room. Her talons clicking on the icy floor echoed throughout the long corridor while she passed by a few male Icewings, with one of them gently slapping his tail on her rump. She turned to face him, hissing softly before carrying on her way.
Once she entered the living room, she noticed Snowstorm string a small yet long spoon around in a cup of what appeared to be some sort of blue liquid, which made her curious. Snowstorm's ears perked up when he heard talon steps, making him raise his head from his work, letting the female Icewing see his face, which had a few old scars along it.
"Ah, Siberia, how is my favourite dragoness doing?" He spoke, tail flicking about while he got up, making his way around his desk before hugging Siberia, pulling her into the hug more while she hugged him back.
Siberia, a stunning white-pinkish IceWing, was Snowstorm's mate. She occasionally employed a seductive approach to acquire specific information, such as intelligence data, or to persuade potential adversaries with interesting methods.
"I am fine my love, Just came back to tell you that it seems the royal family have become wise. There have been reports of them in armour, with the Queen ordering the guards to form around the capital in a more ordered manner" Snowstorm frowned at this news, something must have occurred, perhaps one of the members of the rebellion defected to the royalist side. this only made him frown further, causing Siberia to grow a bit concerned, cupping her husband's cheeks with her forepaws, making him look at her.
"You can't keep going out there and doing what you do Siberia, there must be a better way to persuade Royalist Icewings to join our cause" He snorted, shaking his head before Siberia sighed, looking down at the icy floor as she let go of her husband.
"I know darling, but my way is the most effective, besides, I always make sure to drink moon tea before I go on one of my missions" She gently tapped her tail against his while walking past him, giggling softly before she examined the glass cup which contained the blue liquid.
Wrapping her sharp talons around the cup, she picked it up to study it better, swirling it about slightly as she watched the rather thick liquid flow around inside the cup.
Snowstorm watched his wife, thinking about what she had said to him about her way being better. On one talon, she was right, since his way had failed more than one time, but on the other talon, she was at threat of being used, killed, or even something far worse. The very thought made his scales shiver slightly, but he shoved those feelings below a sheet of ice as he rose his head back up to look at his wife, breathing in before he spoke.
"Siberia, my love, I need you to infiltrate the Palace, figure out how the royal family knew about our plans so quickly, and if you can, try to get some information from one of the royal members. And Siberia, please... for the love of the Great Ice Dragon, make sure you stay safe" He kissed her on the lips, wrapping his wings around her as they shared a passionate moment before pulling away.
Siberia looked at Snowstorm, smirking before she made her way back towards the entrance to the living room, stopping just before she left the room to look back at Snowstorm, sticking her tongue out slightly, with her ears drooped before she went rushing down the corridor to do her mission, tail waving about like mad.
Meanwhile, Snowheart opened the door to his room, allowing the head chef to enter. She looked around the spacious room with a mix of weariness and curiosity as Snowheart gently closed the door behind him.
"What is your name, if I may ask?" Snowheart inquired, tilting his head as he observed Snjor clamber onto his large bed and flop down, letting out an exhausted sigh before meeting his gaze.
"My name is Snjor, Your Highness," she replied wearily. Snowheart frowned slightly at the tiredness evident in her eyes before giving a nod, huffing softly before speaking as he approached the bed to tuck Snjor in.
"Snjor, that means Snow in the old Icewing language, right?" He questioned, tucking the bed sheets around the smaller Icewing female. Snjor looked up at him, a glimmer of surprise mingled with exhaustion in her expression.
"If I may ask, Your Highness... Why are you doing this?" Her question hung in the air, laden with weariness and genuine curiosity. Snowheart settled down beside Snjor, his expression softening as he contemplated her question.
"During my time learning about the past royals, I quickly grew to dislike most of them," he began, his voice tinged with a hint of sadness. "They often mistreated their staff, using them for their pleasure or berating them for the smallest of mistakes." Snowheart's gaze softened as he glanced at Snjor, his empathy evident in his eyes. "I want to be different, to treat those who serve with respect and kindness. It's the least I can do to make amends for the past."
Snjor looked up at Snowheart with awe, her tired eyes widening in disbelief. She had always heard and even been taught that royals were nothing but stuck-up, rich, rude, and bossy dragons. Yet here, in front of her, was a royal who was willing to aid her and her fellow servants, aiming to bridge the gap between the classes rather than emphasize it. She bit her bottom lip, a frown creasing her brow as she wondered what the other royals would say about Prince Snowheart's uncommon behaviour. Besides, he was already mated to that General. What was her name again? Iceswan? Iceshout? Ah, yes, Icesheet!
Snjor's thoughts raced as Snowheart moved to lie beside her, still clad in his full armour. He adjusted two extra pillows under her head, making her more comfortable before resting his head on the bed, his soft blue eyes fixed on her. Despite the prince's proximity, Snjor felt no threat or discomfort, too exhausted to feel anything but gratitude as she closed her eyes, allowing sleep to claim her. Just before drifting off, she heard Snowheart rise and leave the room, leaving Snjor alone in the comforting silence of his chambers.
She opened her tired eyes once more, staring up at the soft white and blue icy ceiling of the large bedroom. the rich smell of Snowheart filled her nostrils as she rolled onto her side, stretching out while yawning out.
She felt like she was in heaven just from how comfortable this bed was, yet knew she had to keep it in tip-top condition when she was finished with her rest, though for now, she needed to sleep, so closed her eyes once more as she relaxed herself, soon snoring softly while a soft breeze blew outside, with soft snowflakes gently landing against the windows.
The door to the room slowly opened before someone slipped inside, elegantly moving across the icy floor towards the bedroom, their talons making gentle clicks as they grew closer to the bed, the sunlight reflecting off their white scales while Snjor stored slightly, stretching her back while her tail flicked about before curling back up around her.
Suddenly she felt something touch her, it felt like razor-sharp talons running along her back, making her eyes dart open while she flung the sheets off her, rolling over to meet whoever it was, only to come face to face with General Icesheet. At that moment she felt the blood drain from her face, making her already white-mint-coloured scales only become more white, yet Icesheet had a soft smile on her snout before she grabbed the flung sheets and dragged them back over Snjor, all the while making sure to not make sudden rash movements which could spook the head chef.
"So, you have already met Snowheart I hear?" Icesheet questioned, glancing at Snjor before focusing back on grabbing the tossed pillows, grabbing them as she then placed them at the head of the bed while Snjor kept her gaze on Icesheet with wide eyes, finding herself unable to speak at all.
Snjor glanced from Icehseet's eyes, to her talons, then back to her eyes, with her eyes now fully alert as she shifted about on the bed slightly while the sound of Icesheet's armour clinking against each other filled the room.
"I do hope you understand that Snowheart is already t-" "Taken? Why yes Ma'am, I do understand and would never take him from you General" Snjor replied before Icesheet could finish her sentence. the answer that Icesheet got made her give a soft smile, her wings flexing slightly while her tail danced about slowly, waving about like a snake.
Just then, Snowheart came back into the room, having noticed the door open when he spotted Icesheet talking with Snjor, making him freeze on the spot when Icesheet turned her gaze in his direction, locking eyes with him which he froze on the spot, unable to move.
"Hello darling, I was just talking to Snjor here about you, and no, I didn't threaten her" She huffed softly while Snowheart found the power to walk forward once more, coming to a stop beside his love as he then kissed her on the lips, sharing a gentle yet passion filled moment with her while Snjor watched, her cheeks slightly blue in colour with blush.
"I have always found you intimidating" "Admit it, you love it!" Icesheet relied to Snowheart, giggling softly before squealing when Snowheart picked her up before laying her gently on the bed, being extra mindful of Snjor while he and Icesheet shared a moment.
Snjor kept still, unsure if she should leave or not, yet soon decided she should leave, yet just as she was about to jump down from the bed, she felt Snowheart grab her gently, making her look in his direction, watching Icesheet lay under him as she fixed a part of his chest armour, which had become loose.
"No, you are staying here until you are treated Snjor" He said with a gentle tone to her, his eyes radiating nothing but kindness before Icesheet slipped out from under her love, checking around Snowheart to make sure his armour was still holding together well.
"Um, I-I just felt I was in the way" She stammered slightly, yet nearly lost her footing as she struggled to keep her balance, she then gently pushed onto her side back onto the bed by Snowheart, who wrapped her up in the quilt before he spoke once more.
"You do need the sleep Snjor, just rest here and sleep as much as you want. I meant it when I said I care for all of you, It's not right for us royals to take advantage of you all" Snowheart shook his head, letting a sigh escape him before he felt the familiar paws of his love wrap around his neck before feeling her kiss him on the cheek, making him chuckle softly.
"I'm going to go and look for the King and Queen" Icesheet then slipped out of the room, leaving Snowheart and Snjor alone before he too left the room, closing the door behind him.
As Siberia's sinister smile widened, she extended a delicate paw towards Snowheart, her movements fluid and graceful, like a seductive dance on the icy floor. "But perhaps we should discuss matters in a more... intimate setting," she purred, her voice low and laced with honeyed temptation. "There's a secluded chamber down this forgotten corridor where we can speak freely."
Despite the warning bells ringing in his mind, Snowheart felt an undeniable pull towards Siberia, her presence exuding an intoxicating allure that he couldn't resist. With a mixture of apprehension and curiosity swirling within him, he followed Siberia down the icy passage, each step bringing him deeper into the web of her enchantment.
The old room they entered was cloaked in shadows, the faint glow of distant torchlight casting a soft, ethereal glow over Siberia's scales. As Snowheart's gaze swept over her, he couldn't help but be captivated by her beauty, her every movement sending a shiver of anticipation down his spine.
"Tell me, Prince Snowheart," Siberia murmured, her voice a sultry whisper that sent heat coursing through his veins. "Do you fear me?"
Snowheart's breath caught in his throat as Siberia closed the distance between them, her scales shimmering with a mesmerizing blend of pink and white, her cute freckles that covered her snout adding to her allure. "I fear no one," he replied, his voice echoing with defiance.
With a predatory gleam in her eyes, Siberia leaned closer, her breath hot against Snowheart's cheek. "You should." She then kissed him gently on the cheek.
Before Snowheart could react, Siberia's movements became swift and precise, her talons expertly binding him in icy restraints, implying she had done this many times before. Despite the chill of the chains biting into his scales, Snowheart refused to show any sign of weakness, his eyes blazing with determination as he met Siberia's gaze head-on.
"Siberia, you don't have to do this," Snowheart pleaded as he wriggled within the bindings, his voice tinged with a hint of desperation and fear.
For a fleeting moment, a flicker of doubt crossed Siberia's features, her gaze softening, ever so slightly, as she hesitated. But the moment passed as quickly as it had come, replaced by a steely resolve as Siberia pressed closer, her touch sending a jolt of electricity coursing through Snowheart's veins.
As Siberia's laughter filled the chamber, Snowheart's heart pounded in his chest, his mind racing with thoughts of escape. But even as he struggled against his restraints, he knew that the only way to survive Siberia's twisted game was to bide his time and wait for help to arrive, or for this nightmare to end. He let out a grunt when Siberia straddled him, looking down at him with her predatory gaze.
"Where is he?" Icesheet questioned. "Why has Snowheart not turned up for this meeting?" She got up and started to pace about the room, with the members of the council and royal family watching her, that was until an odd sensation filled her, one of horror. This shocked her at first, but that soon changed into deep worry before she dashed out of the room and ran down the corridor, heading towards the last known location of Snowheart.
Upon reaching Snowheart's room, she opened it, making Snjor jump in fear before snapping her gaze to Icesheet, her expression turning to one of concern when she noticed Icesheet's extremely worried gaze. She was about to ask what was wrong, but Icesheet left the room and ran down the corridor, passing the old unused corridor when she suddenly heard what must have been grunting and moaning, one was from a male, while the other was from a female.
Deciding it was best to check it out, Icesheet carefully made her way down the corridor, the sound slowly getting louder and louder until she came up to the only undamaged door in the corridor, hearing the sounds to be the loudest behind this door.
She then proceeded to try and open it, yet found some resistance, she pushed and pushed, managing to open it a bit when she heard something she wished she never had.
"Get... Get the fuck off me you bitch!" Snowheart's muffled cries sounded out, filling Icesheet's ears as rage began to fill her body. She backed up before charging at the door, smashing against it as it cracked slightly.
(One more Icy) She thought to herself before she charged at it one more time, this time it shattered, exposing Siberia on top of Snowheart, in a rather sexual session. This made Icesheet roar out, tackling the female onto the ground, with Snowheart's dragonhood slipping free of Siberia.
the rest of the royal council and family soon arrived, finding Siberia on the floor, with Icesheet in the midst of tying her up while Snowheart moved away from the growling pink female.
"What happened?" Crystal questioned, yet soon put two and two together when she found remnants of sexual fluids covering Snowheart's legs, making her back up slightly.
"Snowheart was raped" Icesheet whispered loudly, finding it hard to speak while she focused solely on making sure her future mate was alright, she cupped his cheeks gently, making him look at her as he struggled to form even simple words, having just been through the same thing Icesheet had gone through in the past.
"I'm sorry.." was all he could muster, pushing his head into Icesheet's chest, who cradled him as he wept softly. A few royal guards had put Siberia in proper chains, making sure she couldn't escape before taking her away to the cells.
Queen Glacier looked like she could melt the whole damn planet, with a fire burning so hot in her eyes it could outmatch the sun itself. She turned to look at Siberia before she tackled her, yet Frostbite grabbed his wife and pulled her away, holding back his murder-enriched wife who now had a blood lust for a certain Icewing dragoness, who just stood there with a smirk on her lips, raising her right hind leg to show that Snowheart had finished inside of her at least once.
This only pissed Glacier off even more, yet a small white blur shot past all of them, biting into Siberia's hind leg, making her screech out while Mink kept her jaws locked on the little amount of scale and flesh she could cling onto.
"No, don't... kill her, she said she works for the rebellion!" Snowheart suddenly cried out, standing up, with the support of his lover as he was then hugged by his sisters, who felt terrible for him.
"Is this true Siberia?" Frostbite questioned the dragoness who was at least two to three times Snowheart's age. She let out a snort, growling out before a royal guard tugged roughly at the chain around her snout, making her growl even more.
"ANSWER ME NOW!" Everything seemed to stop, everything which made noise seemed to stop, and time seemed to freeze when Frostbite roared out at the dragoness who had assaulted his son.
She looked at him with her dark icy eyes, giving a nod before she received a tail to the face, making her fall over as blood oozed from the new wounds on her cheek. "That's for my baby boy!" Glacier hissed out, turning back to hug her son who looked traumatised by what had happened to him as he suddenly broke down sobbing, hugging Icesheet, his sisters and mother, who all were aiming to comfort him.
"Take her away, make sure she is heavily guarded so she can't be saved, we will put her on trial soon" Frostbite hissed out before he too joined in dealing with his emotionally broken son.