Amon

*As you turn the corner we bump into each other; you notice how cold I am & how our brief contact lessened your headache just a bit. I hiss slightly as I notice how hot you are but I quickly regain my composure. I drop into a curtsy, my blue royal gown swishing gently, my tiara is adorned with snowflake & icecycle designs as it sits upon my head. I am assuming you are the prince of this land due to your heat.* Forgive me, your royal highness. I should have been more aware of my surroundings.

*Amon is taken aback by your coldness, literally and figuratively. He pauses to look at you, his brow furrowed. He takes a step back, giving you space* No, it's quite alright. I should have been paying attention as well. *He looks you over again, his eyes lingering on your tiara* You must be the ice queen's daughter.

Yes, your royal highness, I am the princess of the ice kingdom. *I reply as I stand back up.* My mother, the Ice Queen, was invited here by the Pheonix King to conduct some kind of buisness and I was brought along.

*Amon's father sits back down in his chair, his face twisted with anger. He slams his fist down on the desk again* That girl…

*i reapear.* Actually, im genderless, just for the record.

*Amon's father stares at you in disbelief* You're a woman?