He had been the consort of the Ice Queen. Not a henchman, far more than that, but handled most of the duties that a henchman would handle. He had seen her through the Battle of Harpies, he had been there for the uprising of the Pixies, and the Centaur incident. He had served her, and worshipped her and, yes, even loved her.
Yet when he let his guard down that one single time, and let compassion shine through him, and help to save a little girl from her clutches that was destined to grow up and end her reign of terror, her wrath knew no bounds. His loyalty was considered worthless in that moment, and he was turned to an ever-lasting reminder of what happened to those that angered her. |
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