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Celeste sauntered the halls, but then she came to a sudden halt and her sharp vampire eyes fell on the ceiling, watching as the icing spread at the top making a loud noise.
"Bloody hell Nicklaus" she murmured, at this point, they would all freeze to death, this was becoming more unsettling. The storm wasn't enough outside but now she wasn't so sure they were safe on the inside, how alarming can this get?
"Your highness", she turned at the voice, she saw Bartholomew swiftly approaching her, she folded her arms, sighing. And here comes this one...
"What?" she asked, slightly irritated by his mere presence.
"This Palace is getting colder by the days, I tried to reach the Emperor but-"
"His chambers are covered in ice, practically the coldest, I can't even get to him too" she shrugged.
