Within Shivali's private study, isolated from the rest of the palace Frost and his future father in law traded barbs like a pair of squabbling relatives. There was no aura, divinity, magic or even naturally imposing presences used only words laced with frustrations and angers.
Shivali wanted to vent his frustrations on his future son in law while Frost refused to be a punching bag for his nonsense reasoning. He couldn't offer up his daughter and then get up in arms when she was taken.
Of course the little rite of passage he arranged was an utter failure, there wasn't the slightest hint of fear in Frost's heart.
"Is this why you called me to your office so suddenly, to put the fear in me?" After several minutes of loud exchanges Frost finally asked the question that was bugging him since the moment that royal guardsmen forced him out of bed.
