The royal palace of Snowcap was strutted across the sheer rock face, halfway up the tallest mountain. No one knows how big the palace really is. That’s how big it is. 

The slightly insane builders wedged the grand palace between rocks and crevasses. The main hall balanced on a large dyke and the kitchen erected between a rocky avenue and the nest of a balding eagle, who in time became quite cranky about the whole thing. Carved beneath are large over-grown dungeons, famous for the longest echo in existence and responsible for eighty-seven percent of all tourism into Snowcap. All of this is connected with long cold stone passages that wrap around the mountain in a never-ending loop. A rumor, in the city below, talks of a secret room at the center of the mountain that only the king can enter. No one has told the king this rumor though, who would whisper to the king? ‘Your Royalness.’ The soft voice of the Kings Hand whispered. He was an old man, a year younger than the king. They looked so similar they could be brothers. They might be brothers. The Kings father was a randy man. I thought I was an omniscient narrator, why don’t I know if they are related or not? ‘Your Royalness.’ He said again, leaning into the Kings ear. This time King Cynric opened his eyes. Both men had stark green pupils. The same shade, they were exactly the same shade. The King had many creased lines, not from stress, but from the weight of his consistent apathy. ‘What now Greevis?’ King Cynric said, bored. He was bored of sitting in his throne. He was bored of riding his horse through the snow. He was bored of governing his people. They were so stupid. He was also bored of Greevis, the man he usually had the most patience for. ‘Well.’ Greevis paused. He was a hesitant man. I never liked him. But don’t go off what I say, make your own mind up. Baa. ‘Well, your daughter is outside the window sir.’ ‘What is that supposed to mean, Greevis?’ The king flopped his arms over the edges of the throne, and lounged melodramatically. ‘Your daughter, she’s just hanging there,’ Greevis gulped, ‘by the throat.’